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Lauren was on day five of her ritual. It was October and unseasonably cool as she walked back to her dorm from the library. She could feel the pressure inside her, a gentle push, a gentle reminder. This would be her first time doing the ritual since starting college that August. She was 19, slim, somewhat plain of features with the exception of incredibly beautiful white skin, the color of milk. She had kept her blond hair shoulder length and straight since high school and tended to dress rather conservatively for her generation, preferring skirts and tops that her peers may have considered a bit librarian-ish. She always wore bulky clothes during the ritual, favoring a dark sweater and sweat pants.

There were a few students sitting outside the dorm building as she approached, smoking cigarettes and talking. She avoiding making eye contact and quickly maneuvered past sitting and standing students, showed her ID to the desk as she entered, and headed toward her room.

Lauren was somewhat fortunate in that her roommate had already dropped out and moved on. Her previous roommate, Amanda, had gone a little crazy during the beginning of the semester. Amanda had thrown herself full force into partying, started missing classes, and by the end of September found herself hospitalized for alcohol poisoning after a frat party. Amanda’s parents came that weekend and took her home. So Lauren had her room to herself.

She entered the hall and moved toward the end where her room was. A few girls were bullshitting in the hallway and some looked over to acknowledge Lauren as she passed. She hadn’t made many friends yet. Lauren never really partied in high school, though not because of lack of desire. Her parents were fairly strict and Lauren never really knew anyone in the “party crowd” to get involved with. Everyone seemed to party at college. She’d been to a few parties with Amanda before she left school, had a few drinks, smoked a few cigarettes, but she really didn’t understand the appeal of the whole thing. There was a buzz on campus that started on Thursday and culminated in Friday night take-it-to-the-next-level boozing and drugging that left the campus completely dead on Saturday mornings and early afternoons. Lauren felt apart from it all somehow. All the girls on her hall seemed to go out every night and she hadn’t really had a chance to get close to anyone.

She entered her room, turned on the lights, got her iPod stereo going (a random playlist of pop stars of the last few years) and laid down. She could feel the pressure in her bowels. Sometimes she could even convince herself that she felt it getting bigger moment by moment. She gently rubbed her belly through her shirt. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. She squeezed her anus tightly.

The ritual started in high school. Lauren wouldn’t shit for six days. At first, Lauren would almost be staggering in pain by the sixth day. She would be incredibly uncomfortable, dressing in bulky sweaters for those last few days, and think constantly of what was inside her. It was incredibly difficult to resist the urge to evacuate her bowels by day four. She’d feel the urge to go come on suddenly and powerfully and would have to strain with all her might to hold it in. She’d had a few accidents but had gotten much better over the years. The ritual had been modified over time as well. She now managed her diet during the six days consuming massive amounts of fiber and little to no water. On day six she would drink a bottle of Milk of Magnesia and that night would erupt.

Lauren dazed up at the ceiling while absentmindedly stroking her stomach. She could feel the shit inside her, she could feel the urge to make shit, she could feel the weight of it pushing on her colon. She could resist it. She had been worried about what might come of the ritual when she left for college but Amanda unexpected departure allowed Lauren the kind of privacy she needed.

The other problem that prevented her from performing the ritual was the set-up of the dorm – this particular building had group bathrooms for every hall. Lauren had considered either waiting until late at night or doing it in her room. She settled for doing it in her room as she was absolutely terrified of the possibility of being found out if she did it in the bathroom. She would have to push the waste down the sink afterward and make sure the odor was taken care of, but she felt pretty confident that if she waited until the early morning all the other girls would be asleep.

Lauren got up, undressed, checked her email, and went to bed.

Today was the day. She felt very uncomfortable and decided to skip her morning classes. When she showered that morning she gently and lovingly stroked her stomach, amazed as she always was with the pot belly that she had developed in six short days. She had a little difficulty walking and hoped no one would notice – the sense of discomfort was quickly escalating to pain. She sat, naked, freshly showered on her bed in her room considering whether or not she should go to her afternoon class, distractedly and gently rubbing her thighs and pussy.

She eventually decided she wouldn’t go, composed an email to her professors telling them she was sick, put on her sweats, and laid down to watch TV. Despite the pain in her bowels she drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later she woke up when someone knocked on her door. There was a moment of horror and surprise, quickly followed by composure.

Lauren sighed softly. Jake had been trying hard since the semester had started. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, but that was also just it, she didn’t really find anything particularly attractive about him. She got up slowly from the bed, feeling the flares of pressure and pain deep her bowels. For a split second there was a moment of absolute terror as Lauren felt a sudden and powerful push from her insides. She could feel the shit on the other side of her anus, pushing, demanding to be let out. Normally she’d totally focus on the sensation (as it was best on day six, reaching an almost unbearable intensity) of pain and discomfort and think about the waste struggling to get out, that which was part of her but not her, and would feel pleasure on the edge of the constipation induced pain. Her eyes widened, she steadied herself, and the sensation passed.

She opened the door. Jake stood smiling and handed her a few notebook pages.

“Are you ok?” Jake asked. “Heard there’s a stomach flu or something running through the dorms.”

Jake kinda forced himself in her room and she shut the door after him. He sat down on the mattress that used to be Amanda’s and tossed his book bag in the corner.

“Dude, Patterson’s class this morning was bullshit anyway, he just gets up there and babbles on and on about his stupid stories, you didn’t miss anything. Are you going out tonight?” Jake asked.

At Lauren’s school people were very likely to go out drinking even if they had been sick all day. Everyone else seemed to experience this excitement that pushed them, body and mind, to throw themselves in to the college experience. Lauren was somewhat mystified by it.

“No, probably not,” she responded, slowly sitting down on her bed opposite Jake. “I’m trying to not spend too much money this month.” That was one of the only excuses that the partiers would accept for staying in on a Thursday night.

“Yeah, heard that,” Jake said. “Did you hear about what happened to Preston and Frank last night?” Without waiting for Lauren to respond he started telling her.

Lauren zoned out a bit. He did this often, telling her stories about other people she didn’t know and didn’t care to. She wasn’t sure what she could do without being rude or mean to get Jake to leave her be. Suddenly and without any warning she felt it come on. The pressure rose from the background with a fury and Lauren suddenly felt her anus struggling to stay closed. She gasped despite herself and groaned softly.

Jake stopped and looked over at her.

“What’s up? Are you OK?” He looked over nervously. She felt her eyes tearing up against the monumental effort required to hold her anus closed. She groaned softly, again despite herself, and looked up.

“Please, you need to leave, please..” she started.

“Are you ok?” Jake said, his eyes becoming more and more concerned.

It was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t hold it, she strained against it, it was so painful. The effort required to keep her ass closed was incredible.

“Please…” she gasped. “Jake get the fuck out.”

Jake stood and moved to her bed.

“What’s up? Do I need to call a doctor?”

“Jake, get the fuck away!” she shrieked as he sat on her bed.

She felt it. It was like her anus just caved in. She felt it open, and all the while straining with all her might to stop it, she felt it, warm, slide out into her sweat pants. She groaned, closed her eyes, in rapture, and let go. The shit came in waves and didn’t seem to stop, like a single unbroken log being pushed into her underwear. She convulsed and inadvertently pushed harder, moaning, feeling the wet warmth against her thighs, her pussy, the sensation of her anus obliterated as she only felt the shit. She couldn’t stop now that she had started.

Jake stared at her.

“What the fuck?”

“Please,” she gasped. “Please leave, now, please leave now.” She heard herself and she sounded hysterical. She couldn’t stop. The smell started. She closed her eyes and pushed.

Jake jumped off her bed. She could hear him, but it was on the periphery, she relaxed her anus entirely and gave herself over to the sensation, feeling the shit thundering past her anus, moaning now turning to screaming. She tried to pull her sweats and underwear down but couldn’t fuly concentrate with the pleasure. It kept coming and coming, six days worth, filling her pants.

There was a break and suddenly she was aware of Jake again. She slowly opened her eyes, panting now, covered in sweat, the smell unavoidable. Jake stood by her computer, eyes wide, staring.

“What happened? What is that smell?”

“Jake, please leave,” she started to cry. The shit started seeping through her sweats, the smell was becoming unbearable and incredibly obvious.

He stared at her. She was sitting on her bed, drenched in sweat, her legs somewhat spread, a stain on her pants. The smell was horrible. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She sat crying.

She was crying in shame and humiliation but even now she couldn’t stop herself. She reached down and started pulling off her pants and underwear. There was shit everywhere, getting on her comforter, dripping on the floor. She stood with her underwear and pants around her ankles, shit smeared on the inside of her thighs, against her pussy, she could feel it clinging to her ass, dripping from her ass crack. Her anus closed slowly and painfully, pushing the last of it, a fully formed lump, out and onto the floor of her dorm room. She took off her sweater and kicked off her underwear, standing naked and clad in shit next to her bed. She couldn’t make eye contact with Jake and turned around, crying.

He stared at her naked from behind. Her ass was covered with shit and the smell was horrible. The whole room suddenly felt very warm, like a jungle. There was a mound of waste coming out of the small pile of clothes on the floor, shit piled in a short stack on the bed. She was crying. As he stood silent and amazed, Lauren reached around and put her hands on her ass cheeks, gently smearing the shit. The touch, the smell, the feeling of dirty shit clinging to her ass, her thighs, filthy shit on her pussy, the wrenched stink – all of it, together, she couldn’t help herself, and felt her pussy warming. She moaned, softly, and still standing with her back to Jake, pulled her ass cheeks apart, slowly bent slightly forward and pushed. Liquid shit rushed out in a spurt, spraying on the floor, down her thighs, covering the thicker shit already there. She groaned.

There was silence. Jake stood staring, unbelieving, his mouth open with disbelief. Lauren stood up straight but did not turn around. She could hear him breathing. She inhaled, deeply, slowly, and gently started to rub her breasts, smearing her beautiful white skin with shit. She ran her hands down her stomach, feeling the tightness there that replaced the pot belly she had only ten minutes ago. Her anus felt on fire, she could feel it quivering slightly, a bit of diarrhea slowly dripping out and her pussy felt wet from the inside. She concentrated on the sensation of the warm shit on her pussy lips and smeared some into her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. The smell was overwhelming, disgusting, and in a sudden moment of clarity she wondered if the smell was obvious from the hallway. She gasped, held her arms at her sides. Oh, god, no, no, no, what have I done! She heard Jake clear his throat behind her.

Jake moved slowly to pick up his book bag. He looked at Lauren, naked, dripping with sweat and shit, her back to him, grabbed his bag and moved to the door. Lauren, still facing away, said nothing. He quickly opened the door and left.

**** ***** ****

The cleanup was horrendous. She hadn’t had time to properly gather her cleaning supplies and set up beforehand. Her bedspread, sheets, and comforter were all ruined. As were her sweats and underwear. The shear volume of shit was also a problem – how could she transport it out of her room without anyone seeing or smell it? Then there was Jake.

She waited until midnight. At midnight all the girls that were going out were out and all the girls that were staying in were in. There was a window from midnight until about 2 AM during which time few if any students would be in the hallways of the dorms. She would of course have to be careful about girls headed to the bathroom.

It took almost two hours of carefully carrying trash bags downstairs and out to the dumpsters while avoiding other students, security guards, and randoms. She spent the next two hours carefully cleaning and sanitizing her room. Luckily the shit hadn’t penetrated through to the mattress, which was a good thing as she knew she’d have to explain if she tried to get a new one. At about 4 AM she deposited the last trash bag, got a shower, remade her bed, and fell asleep.

She laid in bed until noon. She stared at the ceiling and listened to her music. She was both angry at herself for ruining the ritual and humiliated that Jake was witness to her filth. She wasn’t so much worried about Jake telling other people – she suspected he wouldn’t and felt pretty confident that few if any people would believe him if he did – she was upset and somewhat mystified at her behavior. The ritual was personal, it was private, it was for her and no one else. And now it was ruined. What really bothered her, though, was that she performed for him after it all started, performed for him despite herself.

At noon she heard a knock followed by Maureen’s voice inviting her to eat lunch. Maureen lived on the hall, was nice enough, though a bit obsessed with joining a sorority for Lauren’s taste, and always wanted to get a group together for lunch. Lauren accepted.

She ate with Maureen and her friend Alison. Lauren found Alison, who lived on the hall as well, incredibly irritating but generally good natured. She lived for boys and was rumored to have already fucked a bakers dozen since August. The fraternity boys all seemed to know her on a first name basis. Lauren had never really talked to Alison on a meaningful level and didn’t care to. However, she and Maureen were decent company for lunch as they were up on the dorm gossip and felt it was their duty to make sure everyone else was too.

After about an hour of discussing the week’s hook-ups, both actual and rumored, Alison met Lauren’s gaze and out of nowhere asked:

“So, what’s up with Jake Henderson? I saw him leave your room yesterday with the weirdest look on his face. Are you guys dating? Are you guys fucking?” asked Alison. The way she said it suggested she had been waiting to ask since she first saw Lauren.

“There’s nothing going on, Alison, he was dropping off notes. I don’t like him like that.”

**** ***** ****

Back in her room Lauren wondered about Jake. What did he think about what happened? Would he bring it up when they saw each other again? What should she say?

Maureen had convinced her to go out that night. Normally she probably would have stayed in on Friday night but she was feeling oddly trapped in her dorm room and didn’t want to spend the whole night there. She was also feeling pretty good from eating a lunch that wasn’t selected for its incredible fiber content. Her body felt relieved after the purging of shit. She loved that part of the ritual, that sense of being new somehow afterward, transformed by pushing out every gram of feces in her body, purified. She felt good.

She stared at her body naked in her mirror as she got ready. Turning to her side she observed her slimness restored, the pot belly completely gone, only a smooth stomach now. She turned again until her ass was facing the mirror before grabbing a smaller hand mirror and moving to the bed. Laying down she positioned the mirror so she could see her anus and vaginal lips. She stared for several minutes, gently flexing and unflexing her anus, softly rubbing her pussy, watching the juices slowly gather on the lips. With one hand she continued rubbing her pussy while with the other she started stroking her anus, slowly, in small circles, before wetting a finger in her mouth and slowly sliding it in her ass. With one finger in she flexed and unflexed her anus, watching it in the mirror. She pulled her finger out and examined it for any particles or colors and smiled when she judged it to be clean. She smelled her finger, smelled the gentle stink of her ass on her finger, that particular and peculiar smell that she loved over all others. She wondered if her ass smelled better than other people’s asses. It wasn’t that her ass smelled like roses – it smelled like ass and sweat and pussy – but it was like a pheromone or something designed specifically to arouse Lauren. It didn’t quite smell like shit but had its own unique stink. She would often penetrate her anus with her right middle finger (to the second joint, always) in the morning, carefully avoid washing it the rest of the day, and smell it inconspicuously throughout her day. The ritual was born out of the impossible fantasy of saturating herself completely with that smell.

Laying in bed, she put down the mirror and tried to stop thinking about Jake witnessing her the previous day. She found it to be difficult. She gave up and focused on continuing to get ready for that evening.

She was supposed to meet Maureen downstairs at 10 and had about fifteen minutes left by the time she had finished putting on her makeup. She was wearing a pink skirt an inch longer than any other skirt she knew she’d see at the party and a simple white blouse. She decided on her designer flips flips and her favorite purse. Checking herself out in the mirror she knew she was ready. She looked cute but conservative and secretly hoped she was boring enough to be able to blend in at the party.

The party sucked. It was at some frat guys house a few miles from campus. When they arrived it was already packed, the music was terribly loud, and they only served cheap beer. Lauren had trouble hearing Maureen over the music, refused to drink the beer, avoided talking to boys, and decided at midnight to walk back to campus alone. She spotted Maureen on the back deck making out with some random and decided that Maureen probably didn’t care if she left without telling her. She maneuvered through the crowd, pushed out the door, and started off down the street toward campus.

I walked into my guest bedroom to make the bed. Mistress Carissa had slept there last night with a girl friend. I was not permitted to enter the room while they were there and they were gone this morning before I woke up. I went in to make the bed and clean up. As I pulled the sheets off the bed to change them, I noticed a pair of yellow nylon panties. I had seen them on Mistress Carissa many times, so I was sure they belonged to her. With trembling hands, I picked them up. Immediately I felt the cool silky fabric on my hands. Just touching them made my cock begin to harden. I rubbed the material between my fingers gently, almost hypnotized by the feeling. My heart was beating hard and my breathing had become shallow. I surely shouldn’t be doing this … not without the permission of the owner, Mistress Carissa. I put them down on the night table next to the bed and tried to focus on my duty. I stripped all the sheets from the bed, rolled them into a ball, and gently laid them on a chair. My eyes went back to the panties, sitting there. Looking around, I slowly walked over to the panties and picked them up again. I put them back down immediately and picked up the sheets to take to the laundry room.

I was dressed in Mistress Rebecca’s panties that I had slept in. I was required to always wear her panties, her worn panties that she would give me to wear. I was required to masturbate in them and to let my cum dry as I wore them. I was required to pee in them, at least once during the day and allow them to dry, on me, as well.

As I walked downstairs, dressed only in the panties and training bra, I looked around to see if anyone else was home. Mistress Carissa and Mistress Rebecca have a key to my house, and come and go on a regular basis. Sometimes they interact with me, other times they just come and go. If I go anywhere, there is a sign-out sheet for me to fill in, letting them know where I went, the reason, and when I expect to return. They of course, do not advise me of their whereabouts, nor am I permitted to inquire.

I went in the laundry room, threw in the sheets and pillow cases, and turned on the machine. As I exited the room, I looked around and saw that I was alone. I went back upstairs and grabbed new bedding from the hall closet and took them into the guest room. Again the panties drew my attention and almost as if I had no choice, I walked over and picked them up.

They were so small and pretty. Shiny yellow nylon … very sheer and tiny. I rubbed them in my fingers and picked them up to my face … inhaling sharply as they touched my nose. I could smell Carissa’s perfume … I breathed in, enjoying the smell and the feeling of them on my face. With trembling hands, I turned them inside out and examined the crotch. There was a crusty, white line of residue in the crotch. Carefully protecting this residue, I brought them up to my nose, inhaling and hoping to smell Carissa’s pussy. I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to the line of residue. Pulling them away, I examined the crotch … noting two pubic hairs stuck through the fabric. I was trembling, my hands visibly shaking and my cock leaking in Mistress Rebecca’s panties. I removed one of the crinkly pubic hairs and put in on my tongue … feeling its texture on my tongue … my nipples were hard as rocks, poking at the material of my nylon training bra. I needed to masturbate … I needed release. But I knew, masturbating with Mistress Carissa’s panties would not be allowed. I didn’t care, I would suffer whatever consequences were to come, and I had to masturbate … the object of my desires being the panties and the owner. I am so attracted to Mistress Carissa … I always have been even before she knew who I was … before she ever was brought into my life.

I took the panties and put them over my head, so that the crusty crotch panel was over my nose and extended down to my mouth … I pushed the crusty part into my mouth and scraped the delicious discharge onto my teeth … as my hand rubbed my cock through Mistress Rebecca’s panties. What a pathetic mess I was … standing there in that condition … masturbating and fantasizing about Mistress Carissa. Within seconds, I was cumming. Not a lot of cum, because I had masturbated, as ordered, by my Mistresses several times the day before and before I went to bed.

There are times I am instructed to masturbate several times a day, and there are other times I am locked in a chastity device and not permitted to cum for a week at a time. As I regained my senses and turned, simultaneously taking the panties off my head … I saw Mistress Carissa standing at the bedroom door. My heart skipped a beat or two and I started to speak …

“Shut the fuck up, cunt-boy … don’t even say one word. You are in major trouble right now … trying to say anything will just make it that much worse for you.” She said in a very stern, disturbed voice.

“Put those panties back on your head and kneel at my feet,” she demanded.

“Lift my skirt, and remove my panties. Treat them with respect, unlike what you did with my other panties. What gives you the right to play with my panties? How dare you desecrate my intimate belongings, any of my belongings … you pathetic little … whatever you are!” she screamed.

With that, she kicked me in the balls, knocking me over, moaning. I grasped my balls.

“Don’t touch yourself you fucking cunt. Don’t you dare try to alleviate the pain I just gave you.” She screamed.

She walked over and stood over me, her hairy pussy almost directly over my head. She squatted slightly and began to pee on my panty covered face. She must have not pee’d for some time, because she was peeing hard and long. The hot piss soaking the panties, my face, and hair. She stepped back and pissed all over my body … soaking Mistress Rebecca’s panties and my shriveled up cock. Despite the pain in my balls and the sheer embarrassment of the situation … my cock began to harden.

“You are the most disgusting, despicable …” she started to say without finishing. “Put your hands underneath you and lay there in this piss until Mistress Rebecca comes … I know she is on her way … and we will decide how to deal with you. Move and/or touch your cock … and you will sorry you are alive.”

I laid there in the piss for what seemed like forever, but was probably only about 20 minutes. The warm piss had turned cold and I was cold lying on the floor, wet. I head the door open downstairs and voices. Within seconds, Mistresses Rebecca and Carissa were standing looking at me.

“I need to pee. It looks like a perfectly good toilet to me lying there … so I think I will.” Mistress Rebecca said in a flat tone.

She lifted her skirt and revealed no panties. She had a magnificent black pubic triangle. Looking up at her, made my cock begin to harden. It was met with Carissa’s foot.

“Ugggghhhhh, “I blurted out.

Carissa giggled and Mistress Rebecca began to pee. The first stream landed directly on my eyes and the hot, salty piss made my eyes burn. She soaked me with her pee as I watched it escape from her hairy bush in a thick torrent.

“Masturbate for us, rickiee!” demanded Mistress Rebecca. “Show us how much you adore our piss and would do anything for us … “

I had cum only about a half hour ago. I wasn’t sure if I could cum again … but I knew I had to … no matter what, or there would be a huge price to pay. I played with my nylon and piss covered cock. To my amazement, it got hard and within a short period of time, I came. Again, very little came out, but there was enough for Mistress Rebecca to know that I wasn’t trying to fake it.

“I think it’s time, Carissa darling … that we really begin to escalate rickiee’s training … he needs to become the woman he always wanted to be … along with an ample amount of public humiliation and discovery” Mistress Rebecca said slowly, as if she was devising it all as she went along.

“I think we need a change in location. Somewhere that we can experiment with rickiee where no one will know us. Yes, I think we need to take a trip to … uhm … Montreal.” Mistress Rebecca mused.

“Get up, rickiee, clean up, and let’s get packing. There is a lot to pack … we need all of our “stuff” to continue your training. Carissa, can you imagine getting stopped at Customs and them seeing all rickiee’s playthings!” she giggled.

“I can only hope that happens, Rebecca. His luggage will have to be plainly marked so they will know it’s his belongings.” Carissa giggled as she spoke.

My head was swimming. What is this going to turn into? While I was nervous and afraid, I was curiously excited.

Mistress Rebecca entered my room. “Let’s get you dressed for this ride, rickiee. You will wear these panties that I wore yesterday and today … I got them nice and used for you. You will wear a clittie cage and an inflatable butt plug. That little pink nylon training bra will be perfect as well. Maybe the customs officers will get a giggle out of seeing you wear a bra. I want you to wear a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt. I want you bare as possible, so a pair of girlie sandals as well.” She giggled as she spoke.

I was trembling with anticipation. The thought of being exposed to this degree was beyond my comprehension. I have never been publicly exposed like this. Sure, I have been the play toy of various people that the Mistress’ brought to play with me, but I have never done anything like this. What would they think at Custom’s as we cross the border? There is nothing illegal, but it would be surely embarrassing. There would be no question that I was wearing a bra. A noticeable lump would be where the cb6000 was and I would be very conscious of the plug up my ass, which had been there for all those hours in the car. I started to get hard, thinking about this.

“Look at you, you little whore. Already you are getting excited and I’m not even touching you. You’ve become so responsive since we have been working with you. All we have to do is suggest something and you’re hard and dripping. So pathetic! You had better get that clit of your soft so I can put on your cage, or I will make it go limp … I promise you that!” barked Mistress Rebecca.

The harder I tried, the harder I got. My clittie was standing straight up and there was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. I was again, being betrayed by my uncontrollable clit. Mistress Rebecca giggled and grabbed my balls … tightening her fingers around the base and then punched them with her free hand. It took my breath away and the pain was so intense, I began to try … trying to catch my breath at the same time.

“I warned you girlie-boy. If you can’t control that disgusting clit, then I will!” she barked.

Quickly and efficiently, she put the cb6000 on me then locked it up tight.

“Get up and bend over … I want to insert the butt plug.”

Obediently I stood up and bent over … grabbing my ankles. I immediately felt a cold glob of lubricant being dripped on my gaping asshole. I felt a finger invade me, then two. Immediately I felt the probing of my prostate and I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my clit, into the cb6000. Then without so much as a second to gather myself, she removed her fingers and slammed the butt plug in. I could feel it inflate and then she was done. I was plugged and caged. She removed the tubing used to inflate the rubber cock invading my asshole.

“Put on my panties, the bra and get dressed. I want to get out of here within the next 30 minutes.”

I was so sore from the rubber intruder. My balls still ached from being punched and my clittie was oozing in the plastic cage. I got dressed as instructed, and looked in the full length mirror on the door. Oh my god, everything was noticeable. The shorts were thin and tight. The bulge was evident and it was clear it wasn’t the bulge of a well endowed man. When I turned around, the little nib that the tubing is attached to on the butt plug could be seen depending on how I moved. The bra through the tee shirt could have been seen by a blind person. This was, indeed, going to be a nerve-wracking trip.

The car was loaded and we were off. I was to drive because it would be even more uncomfortable for me, sitting on the butt plug.

“Well, rickiee … the gps is programmed and we should be at the border in about six hours. I booked us a suite and an adjoining room at the Hotel De La Montagne in downtown Montreal. Mistress Carissa and I will share the suite and you will have the adjoining room.”

While I was driving, Mistress Carissa and Mistress Rebecca were making out in the back seat … playing with each other and giving each other orgasms. The car began to smell like sex and I was in a heightened state or arousal because of their antics. I’m sure it wasn’t being done to give me any satisfaction … but to see those two beautiful women making love in the back seat was really exciting. The butt plug began to pulsate in my ass, or feel like it was … and my clittie was leaking profusely. Oh great, there would be a wet spot in my shorts when I get out of the car!

Just a few miles before the border, I was told by Mistress Carissa to pull over. She had me sit there for a few minutes then continue. We arrived at Customs in Champlain, New York. It wasn’t busy at all. As I drove up, the agent told me to pull over to one of the areas set up. I did as I was told. When he walked over, he told us to get out of the car. Oh god, my nightmare was becoming a reality. When I got out, he looked at me and immediately I could tell he saw my bra. He got a strange look on his face and looked me over.

“Why did you pull over before you got here, sir? He asked.

I wasn’t sure what to say, the question took me by surprise and I was very uncomfortable with the way I was dressed.

“Sir, I would like an answer to that question.”

“Well, I had a cramp and I just needed to pull over for a minute.” I answered in a shaky voice.

He looked over at Mistress Carissa and Mistress Rebecca, then back at me. “Sir, are you sure with that answer? We find often times; it is done by people to conceal something that they don’t want discovered.” If you are concealing something illegal, it would be far better for you to be honest now, because we will find it.”

“Uhm, no sir … we are just going to Montreal for a vacation. I’m not concealing anything … illegal.” I answered in an unconvincing voice

Ok, please take all of your belongings out and put them on the tables.

I removed all of our suitcases and put them on the table.

“Sir, please open each one for me.”

Oh god, here we go. What am I going to say? What am I going to do? I glanced over to my Mistresses and saw they were enjoying my predicament.

“If the two of you ladies would come over here to assist in this search, I would appreciate it. I don’t want to be accused of taking anything or breaking anything.”

They came over and I opened the first suitcase. It was one of mine. Oh my god. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. I am sure he noticed all of this. He looked in the suitcase that was filled with panties, lingerie, dildo’s, strap-on’s … you name it … it was in there. He got a look on his face then looked up at me.

“Please identify the owner of this suitcase, sir!”

“Well, sir … it is mine I said as my face turned completely red.”

“Sir, I would like to explain all of this. I mean, I wish I didn’t have to … but I think it will clear up a lot of your suspicion.”

He looked at me, back into the suitcase … over at Rebecca and Carissa, then back at me. He didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity. Then he said, “Ok, I’m listening.”

“This isn’t easy for me, as you will soon clearly see why. You see, well … uhm … I … ok … hold on a second. I am, I guess you could say … a crossdresser … a… a… a… fetishist. This is so embarrassing, sir. And these two women are my … well, they are my … they are my Mistresses. Not a mistress in the sense of a sexual partner, but Mistresses who dominate me.” I could feel my face was bright red.

He was studying my face with every word. I could sense he was getting uncomfortable with my story. Who wouldn’t?

“And now, sir … I know why Mistress Carissa told me to pull over. It was to get this to happen, so that you would see the way I was dressed and look in our suitcases. Oh, I am soooooo embarrassed. I can assure you that we have nothing illegal. If you choose to continue to search our belongings, our car, or even us, you will find I am telling you the truth.”

He stood silent for a moment or two …. Looking at me and then back at my Mistresses. “Hold on, I have to bring over a supervisor.”

The agent came back over with a supervisor, a female supervisor.

“Sir, this is my supervisor, Agent Elick. I explained the situation to her and she asked me if I believed you. I told her I did. She has a few questions for you, however.”

Agent Elick, who looked to be in her 20′s, looked down at the open suitcase.

“Please open the other suitcases, sir.” She instructed.

One by one I opened them. There were suitcases with latex clothes worn by my Mistresses. There were whips and chains, enema equipment … clamps, shoes … She was blushing as she looked from one suitcase to the other. There could be no mistake that what I was saying was true. When she finished looking at the last suitcase, she looked back at me. She looked at my chest and surely noticed the pink bra. She looked down and had to notice the wet spot on my shorts and the obvious bulge.

“Sir, I am going to ask you a very serious question. Are you doing this willfully or do you need protection?” She had her hand on her gun as she spoke.

“Yes, Ma’am … I do this freely and willfully. Thank you for asking.” I said softly. She smiled softly at me and said to the other agent, “let them go.”

“Sir, you can repack your car and continue on your way. You still have to clear the Canada part of the entry, so, good luck. I will call ahead and advise them. It’s up to them to do as they choose, it is another country.” He explained.

I packed the car and we all got in.

“You did a good job, sissy-boy. How did it feel to tell someone about who you are? There is so much more for you to endure during this trip. This is barely the tip of the iceberg. You will be totally transformed into a woman and will be a woman for our entire stay in Montreal. There are wonderful clubs in Montreal where we can take you and expose you for what you are. We have a lot of work to do, so let’s get moving.” Mistress Carissa explained.

It was the usual North Indian winter morning with fog being a culprit to air, road and rail traffic. However, this year, fog turned out to be lucky for me as I enjoyed full day with 2 chics; my old school batch mates – Aanchal and Shivani.

We had planned a school get together after 25 years of matriculation and out of a class of 40, we could find 32 who could attend and co-incidentally 25 guys and gals attended. Since the party was in my town, I made all the arrangements; travel, stay, party et al. Many of us were from nearby places and left in the evening but these two gals stayed back as they had a next day flight back home. My wife was off to her parents place with my daughter during her winter vacations as we had planned the party without families due to hassles of travel and stay.

Next morning I picked up both these gals from their hotel to drop them to the airport and hand over some local delicacies they had ordered the previous day. There was light fog in the morning but visibility was a bit OK. We were apprehensive about the flight take off but left after a prayer to God. The hotel was booked for a marriage and in the event of return; an alternate arrangement was to be made. As we were going to the airport suddenly the fog thickened and the possibility of take-off was bleak.

The worst fears came true as we reached the airport with a board – “All outgoing flights cancelled. For on-line tickets, refunds released, others please contact airline counters. Please try tomorrow, inconvenience regretted.” With the fog thickening by the minute, we had no place to go, so the nearest place we went was my house to plan for the rest of the day. Since, the gals had planned to go that day, they called up their families to intimate change of plans and their bosses for an extra day leave.

I prepared coffee with some hot snacks and we set out talking the old school days from where the conversation ended the previous day. Just by the way, the discussion shifted to crushes we had in school days and many skeletons came out of the closet. I do not what happened to them, but they bluntly asked on whom I had my crush. Before I answered, I asked them the same question. We were all avoiding the answer and so thought to give it a go, but Shivani insisted on knowing the facts.

We decided to postpone the matter and talk about something else as it was getting controversial. The topics shifted to old teachers, other fellow students, school trips, movies, novels, ……….. and finally un-fulfilled desires like visiting certain places, doing certain adventures, missing certain cuisines and so on and so forth and culminating into unfulfilled fantasies. With great courage, Aanchal responded first, she was blushing, we were spellbound with what she said; threesome and golden showers. Shivani then gathered some courage and responded; threesome and erotic massages. Now the focus shifted on me and my response was only threesome. I clarified that I have indulged in golden showers as well as erotic massages and both the gals wanted the details.

Since the topic was now bold and erotic, surprisingly both the gals admitted that they had a school time crush on me as well as on other guy as were optimal guys; good looks along with helpful and frank behaviour. I admitted of having crush on three gals; two of these and one more (Vaishali). These two were hot gals while the third one was studious. As the beans had been spilled and the opportunity was there; no one else at home and nowhere to go, we decided to make the unfulfilled fantasies realistic.

We chalked out a rough plan for the day; we’ll have an erotic massage session and a threesome before lunch with Shivani as the leader, order and enjoy lunch, another threesome and golden showers after lunch with Aanchal as the lead partner, then off to market for evening snacks and dinner and finally a threesome with me calling the shots. Being winter, the room was cold and so I put on the heat convector so as to have the right temperature before we start the adventure.

Before I describe the adventure, let me describe both the gals. Aanchal is 38 yrs., 5’5″ with possible figure of 38-26-36, fair complexion and sharp features whereas Shivani is 39, 5’6″ with possible figure of 36-26-36, a shade darker than Aanchal, sharp features and sweet voice. Even with two grown up kids each, both had well maintained figures with yoga and exercise and were true definition of MILF. Both of them were wearing jeans and sweaters along with jackets to beat the cold.

The room was cosy in about half an hour and we felt it as the right time to strip. Now as Shivani was the leader of the session, she ordered that we play strip poker for strip. We were spell bound as we did not know what that was in India. She said that to understand formal poker, it will take a lot of time so it was a new version of the same. We will deal single card and the person with the highest card will order the one with the lowest card to remove a garment. This was a new idea and we agreed. I brought the playing cards. Shivani dealt; she had an eight, I had a jack and Aanchal had a six. So I ordered Aanchal to remove her jacket. Next round was won by Shivani and lost by me, so I was asked to remove my pullover. Slowly and steadily, a garment was removed in each round, Shivani became fully nude first, followed by Aanchal and the last garment on me was my brief. When both the gals were in their designer lacy undies; red by Aanchal and purple by Shivani, I wished that they remain as such for long, but was also excited to see them nude.

Watching the two babes naked was a feast to the eyes. Both were much more beautiful nude than I had imagined. Now it was Shivani’s turn to get the massage. She lied on the bed face down and her curvaceous back invited me for massage. I started with soft touch from her neck and moved down to her back, hips and finally up to the feet. My soft touch made her shiver a bit. Thereafter, I started off with an oil massage and gave her complete body a gentle massage. After rubbing her back, she changed position and now her boobs were inviting me. She was sporting a little of pubic hair only on the upper portion, the area near to the glory hole was intelligently shaved off as it did not interfere in licking it.

I resumed the massage with her shoulders, and then moved on to the boobs, stomach, legs and finally the pussy area. While I “kneaded” the boobs, occasionally twitching the nipples, she would moan a bit and the “fragrance” of her love juice would become a bit more intense. She was becoming wild by the minute which was evident by her moans and she was begging for more. After satisfying her boobs and nipples, I moved on to the glory hole and massaged the pussy making her grunt. She became so wild that Aanchal had to stuff her boob in her mouth to keep her quiet.

I rubbed a finger around her ass hole, two in her pussy and massaged her clit with my thumb. Within a few seconds, Aanchal had a bite on her boob that she had offered for sucking. My fingers were bathing in the love juice and started moving fast. Meanwhile, Aanchal had offered her pussy for the lick by sitting on her face, watching Shivani become wild which was reflecting on Shivani licking the pussy, Aanchal’s pussy too started dripping with love juice. It was in around 10 minutes that Shivani was too tired after having multiple orgasms.

Now, she rested on the bed and I gave a similar massage to Aanchal. Since, she had already experienced such massages, she enjoyed it to the full, but did not become as wild as Shivani for whom it was the first time. After finishing off with both chics individually, the three of us came together and they oiled my body with the oil on their body along with some additional quantity giving me the body to body massage. Shivani removed my brief and took hold of the cock struggling to come out of the brief and repenting why he won the strip poker!! Both of them massaged it well taking turns. They could sense it bursting and planned to carefully collect the cum in a wet tissue (Indian ladies generally do not swallow cum). I yelled, “Please let me cum in the mouth as this is my un-fulfilled fantasy….”

Just in the nick of the moment, Aanchal obliged and soon my precious love juice was in her food pipe. She did find it a bit nauseating, but she respected my un-fulfilled fantasy and did not spit it. Watching Aanchal drink the cum, Shivani too was prompted to try it. I promised that the next shot will be in her mouth. Now, all three of us were oily and before indulging in sex, we decided to take a bath together.

The geyser was ON since morning (I forgot to switch OFF after my bath) and so there were no issues regarding hot water in winter. We took a bath together soaping each other without much of sexual activity as bathroom was a bit slippery when oil was on floor with water and no one wanted to risk a slippage and fall. After the massage and bath, both the chics were looking more gorgeous than before and we headed straight to the bed with only the towels on the body. Now, Shivani being the lead partner began her role. She lay on the bed, opened her legs and ordered me to lick her pussy and “summoned” the pussy of Aanchal for licking. She herself opened the lips of pussy so that my hands were free to fondle her boobs and play with her nipples.

Aanchal was playing with her boobs herself and both babes were moaning. Along with licking, my fingers were also exploring the warmth and the lubrication of her pussy. After a few minutes, we changed position and now Shivani was sucking my cock, Aanchal was licking her pussy and I was licking Aanchal’s pussy. We were in a triangle position and the education provided by porn movies was coming handy. With enough of foreplay for around 10 minutes, the real action started. Shivani rode on my dick taking the full length inside and Aanchal came on my face to enable licking her pussy. The moans resumed as my cock was rock hard and Shivani’s pussy swollen after foreplay.

Then the position shifted and both gals were in 69 position with Shivani on top. After making her pussy wet, she asked me to enter her keeping her mouth near my tool. Shivani’s pussy was being eaten by Aanchal and Aanchal’s pussy was being fucked by me. A few minutes of fucking resulted in me approaching orgasm wherein I kept my promise and just in the nick of moment inserted my tool in Shivani’s mouth. Within seconds, my tool burst the second instalment of the cum in her mouth and the three of us were relieved and lay down gasping our breath. I was in middle with both gals on each of my sides in an embracing position. Even though we wanted to caress, but there was no energy left.

After the activity was over, cold started catching us. We cleaned our privates with wet tissues and had a quilt over us which made us a bit warm and we had a short nap. By the time, I woke up it was about mid-day and I ordered lunch from a nearby joint. Apart from the veggies, breads and desserts, I ordered 3 litres of lemonade. Both the gals were surprised with the idea; 3 litres of lemonade in such cold weather!! They asked me about it and I reminded them of the programme after lunch about golden showers. Shivani had some reservations about the idea but since we had decided so she agreed soon.

We dressed up and had our lunch and a litre each of lemonade. Now the question was – what to have first; a session of threesome sex or golden showers. Since we were to have a bath again after golden showers, it was decided to have them first, a bath and then threesome session. Since, there was a time before we were expected to have an urge of urination, we decided another round of strip poker type of a thing with the difference being that this time it was roll of a dice and the lowest scorer was to order the highest scorer to remove a garment and the middle scorer will do the honours. This time I was naked first, Shivani next and Aanchal was left with her undies.

I had the first urge to urinate and all three of us went to the bathroom. Aanchal too stripped off as she was to enjoy the first stream. Both the gals sat down to welcome the stream. I started off with the first drops on Aanchal’s face and she became wild as the piss started going down her body to her boobs and finally the pussy. Now I changed my direction a bit and drenched Shivani with the golden stream. Unexpectedly she too enjoyed the warm piss on the cold body although she found it a bit messy. When the piss touched their pussies, the gals too had an urge to pee. First it was Aanchal who drenched us both and then Shivani. I had experienced the thing a couple of times before but it was an out-of-the-world type of experience for the chics.

We had a quick bath and returned to the bedroom for the second session with Aanchal in control and directing both of us. She lay on the bed asking Shivani to lick her pussy and asked me to mouth fuck her. After a few minutes, she wanted a fuck in doggie position and at the same time eating Shivani’s pussy. Since, I already had two ejaculations a couple of hours ago, erection was not a problem but ejaculation was taking time. The cock was rock hard and was fucking hard with Aanchal enjoying every moment. As she was enjoying more, she licked the pussy wildly driving Shivani wild as she fondled her boobs with great vigour. I could sense that she had two orgasms while I was still continuing. She then asked Shivani to come down and I started to fuck her in missionary position and Aanchal offered her boobs for sucking. As my strokes became hard and fast, Shivani became wilder and Aanchal enjoyed hard sucking of her boobs. Aanchal ordered me to fuck Shivani harder and harder. When I was about to come, both gals wanted to have a share of cum and I obliged both.

All three of us had our energy drained out and wanted some rest. There were second thoughts of going for an outing but I insisted on going as it would give some rest to my cock. I knew that if we stayed back, these chics will force me into another session as they were asking me about my porn collection. I lured them with the idea of a drink for them along with their favourite cuisine and they agreed. We had a nice evening; some shopping, coffee, games at a parlour, drinks and dinner. On the way back we narrated our first sex experiences with minute details. I had my first with my aunt at 19, Shivani had it with a college mate at 20 while Aanchal had it with her hubby on their first night at 22.

When we reached home, Shivani wanted to pee and so did Aanchal and I suggested another golden shower session to which both of them agreed. We quickly stripped off and went to the bathroom. First of all, I drenched them with my warm piss followed by Aanchal and then Shivani. They were of the view that they will convince their hubbies to try the adventure. After a quick shower, we were back on bed with towels – thanks to the heat convector that was running since morning and was a witness to our sessions, made us warm and helped the towels to dry down in time.

Now with me in command, I asked the gals to have a lesbian session for a few minutes and I would just watch them. They had never done such a thing, but readily agreed. The towels were gone in a flash and the lips locked soon. They were kissing passionately and soon the action was on the boobs. They fondled each other’s boobs pinching the nipples in between. Instead of licking pussies one by one, they straight away started off with a 69 and the satisfaction of day’s sessions and the excitement of the next one was well visible in their passion.

After having a couple of orgasms with each other, they wanted the next with my tool and so the action shifted on to me. The two MILF chics started sucking my tool taking turns at sucking the head, licking the shaft and taking the balls in the mouth. They were mad on sucking the tool and it had become hard as a rock. Since the pussies were also dying to be eaten, I obliged them one by one. While I was licking Shivani’s pussy, Aanchal’s pussy was being eaten by Shivani and Aanchal was sucking my tool. Spending a few minutes in this fashion, we reversed the roles in similar triangle.

Now the pussies were burning with a desire to have something inside and fingers could not satisfy them, my tool was to do the honours. Before that, I played a small trick, I took a wet tissue and cleaned the lubrication from Aanchal’s pussy making it somewhat dry. Now when I inserted the rock hard cock into a virtually dry pussy in doggie position, the expression on the face was a mixture of pain and excitement. She did feel pain for the first few strokes and moaned, but the excitement overpowered. She was pacified by Shivani offering her boobs for sucking.

Similar process of making the pussy dry was followed with Shivani and with her’s being tighter, even I felt pain while inserting and during the first few strokes but the excitement won. Shivani was being fucked in missionary position and Aanchal was sitting on her face for pussy lick and she was enjoying the pussy juice. The fucking lasted about half an hour and I took turns taking care to satisfy both of them. Finally when I had to burst, both chics were ready with mouth open and got adequate share of my cum. Fully exhausted at around 11PM, we wore our clothes, cuddled and slept together.

My sleep was disturbed with some activity near my lips and found that Aanchal was kissing me. Before I could utter a word, she put her hand on my mouth and asked me to keep quiet and gestured me to go to another room. We tip toed to the adjoining room and I saw it was quarter past mid-night. She thanked me for the satisfying day with all the sex we had, but wanted to have a one-to-one session; maybe a quickie as she felt it to be a more pleasurable experience. We started off with locking our lips and a deep kiss, slowly my hands freed her boobs from the clutches of her bra and hers freed my tool from the prison of my pyjamas. Within minutes we were again naked and she wanted to ride me. I lay on my back and she came over me, my tool fully inside her love hole and her nipple in my mouth. She cleverly varied the pace as she wanted a long session. Meanwhile we were kissing and fondling the boobs. Near her orgasm, she pinched my nipples so hard that my moans could wake up Shivani in the next room. After having the cum defy the laws of gravity in her pussy, she embraced me with a sigh of satisfaction. It was only when the tool lost its hardness that it came out of its own and she came off. After washing her pussy and my tool, we again went to bed and slept off.

Barely had I slept for an hour with an aching tool, that again I felt some activity near my lips and thought that Aanchal may have become horny once again, but to my utter surprise, it was Shivani this time. I was having mixed feelings; an urge to fuck her in a one-to-one session, but at the same time it would be taxing on my tool. It would become rock hard with her touch and kiss and then take a long time for orgasm with my balls working overtime for production of cum! She commanded me to go to the next room and I had no option (or intention) to say no. She confessed that one of her un-fulfilled desires was to lose her virginity to me, but since that was not possible, she would lose her anal cherry to me. I was spellbound and my cock was beginning to become erect with her words and the prospect of having an anal shot with “Venus” of our class.

We stripped off, kissed, fondled and I fingered her pussy to generate some lubrication for the anal fuck. I applied her love juice mixed with my pre-cum ooze to my tool and prepared for entry in doggie style. She opened her bum cheeks and the opening was visible inviting me even in dim light. Since, it was also my first time with anal fuck, I too was a bit cautious. The tool was also dying to try an adventure and co-operated fully with me. I added to the lubrication of the tool and the hole with a bit of spit and pushed it inside. Initially, it was a bit difficult and I entered slowly, but once it was in, the feeling was ecstatic. There was a mirror in the room and Shivani was facing it. Her face was well visible having a blend of pain and satisfaction of having made a fantasy realistic on its silver jubilee.

Note: The central point of this story is the fact that my daughter chose to change her name. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about her this summer, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter how I see or feel about her.

Warning: This story involves pee-play and anal sex. Portions may be upsetting or distasteful to some readers. If you have issues with these activities, please stop reading now.

Chapter 3 – Watersports

My daughter had always disliked her name, Joan, considering it boring. She was named for Cathy’s favorite Aunt (Cathy and I divorced when our son was 20 and our daughter was almost 14). We had joint custody with Joan staying with me from Thursday evening to Monday morning. When Joan finished high school, she decided to start going by her middle name, Beth (for Elizabeth). When she changed her name, it changed her, and the nature of our relationship. Joan was my daughter. Beth became my lover over the weekend. Friday night, she had intentionally gotten us both tipsy (she joined me in drinking beer), and then seduced me.

We spent yesterday (Saturday) at a nude beach. I ensured that we both were well hydrated, drinking lots of diet soda and water (and some beer) during the day. We finished having hard cider with our dinner. After some rough sex, we fell asleep in each others’ arms as we had the previous night.

I was awakened a few hours later by my bladder. Beth woke up when I got out of bed and followed me into the bathroom. “We watched each other pee last night and I want a closer look. Then I have to go too – I hope you don’t mind.”

“Only if you don’t mind if I stay and watch you.” This, like oral sex, is another fetish Cathy shared with me, but only reluctantly. I have always been interested in watersports (golden showers, whatever). Cathy would occasionally ‘let me watch’ but wasn’t particularly interested in it herself. A thought occurred to me. “Wait here for just a second, I’ll be right back.” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of large cups.

Beth gave me a puzzled look when I got back. “What are those for?”

“You’ll see” I replied. She was sitting on the edge of the tub for a good view, expecting me to pee into the toilet. I stood facing the toilet, but I didn’t bother raising the lid, let alone the seat. I peed into the cup, holding it slightly below the end of my dick so it didn’t block her view. I tilted the cup so she could see the splash of the stream. Beth was clearly mesmerized by the almost clear liquid flowing out of me, and equally puzzled by the cup.

She had an impish grin as I finished. “I was farther away last night, but it looked like your pee was clear then as well. You knew there was beer at some of the parties, didn’t you?” I nodded. “When you didn’t say anything about it last night, I figured you must have already known. Anyhow, at one of those parties, some guy said that beer goes through so quick because it doesn’t have to change color” she quipped. “I didn’t question it because I had never looked before flushing. He must have known it wasn’t true.”

I set the cup on the counter and returned her grin. “That joke has probably been around as long as beer has, and you’re correct that it is incorrect.” I paused for a second. “So why does it go through so quick?” This was something I had always done with both of my kids. I was a science geek, and did my best to ensure that they both were as well.

“It’s because of the alcohol isn’t it?” Beth answered.

“Yup. The liver detoxifies it, while the kidneys try to get rid of it. I generally gauge the amount of alcohol I’ve had by the color of my piss. If it isn’t clear, I haven’t really been drinking, or I’m seriously dehydrated. In the latter case, meaning I feel drunk, I’ll switch to water or a caffeine-free soft drinks for a while. Caffeine is another diuretic. Wine and hard stuff can come out more quickly, with the same rules about color. Now it’s your turn.”

Beth started to stand, but I stopped her and grabbed the other cup. “Lift your shirt a bit and spread your legs.” She scooted forward a bit to the edge of the tub and spread her leg as instructed. As she did so, I placed the cup between them. “You may want to check the color yourself.” Beth and I were both staring at her pussy as the jet of clear pee passed between her legs into the cup. When she was done, I lifted the cup, and took a sip. The puzzled expression on her face was instantly replaced by shock. “The taste is about what I expected — slightly sweet, but with other flavors as well. If it was served hot, I’d almost mistake it for a sweetened herb tea.” I handed her the cup of my piss and gestured, encouraging her to take a sip.

“You’re serious” she said flatly, watching me as I took a larger sip of her piss. She raised the cup and sniffed it. She tipped it enough to moisten her lip with its contents then shot out her tongue for the barest taste. Finding that my description seemed accurate, she finally took a tiny sip. “OK, you’re more than twice my age, but that doesn’t mean you have to be right about everything.” She acknowledged the tilt of my head with a nod of her own. “Fine, just remember that I can still recite 5 more digits of pi than you can. What I want to know is how YOU knew the flavor of piss.”

“Ah, the wonders of the Internet. There are sites dedicated to any fetish you can think of, and several that you, or even I, couldn’t imagine. I’ve visited several sites dedicated to ‘golden showers’ AKA ‘watersports.’ There are several stories with characters drinking piss, and pictures of fluid flowing out of someone’s pee-hole into a mouth — some even have pictures of women peeing into their own mouth with varying degrees of success.” Beth giggled at this, so she must have seen similar pictures. “The sweetness is due to the artificial sweeteners in the soft-drinks we had yesterday afternoon. I discovered that on my own. It’s amazing what lengths people will go to when having to drive long distances alone. I think the first time I tasted my own piss was somewhere between The Dalles and Hood River, during one of my many trips to the Tri-Cities. I would usually get a large diet cola – for the caffeine as much as hydration – as I was leaving town. Once, I had to go and it was miles to the next rest stop. I realized I had a receptacle large enough to hold the contents of my bladder, so I pissed into the empty cup. Thinking of the stories I had read, I decided to taste it. I discovered that it actually tasted OK. It’s not something I drink often, but I wanted to share my discovery with you. Shit, on the other hand is a completely different issue. It’s not sterile, and I have no interest in finding out how it tastes. One thing I know for certain is that a significant portion of it is the E. Coli bacteria, made famous by outbreaks of infections due to undercooked meat about the time you were born. When I was about your age, there were several cases of hepatitis caused by shit leaking into Crater Lake”

She took another sip and closed her eyes as if to concentrate on the taste. I continued “Our piss is almost clear right now because it’s mostly water. It’s sweet because artificial sweeteners are sufficiently potent that you can taste them even in trace amounts. As I said yesterday, urine is virtually sterile. The other flavors are trace amounts of uric acid and other waste products. The kidneys try to get rid of the alcohol, but the liver does most of the work. Piss has a higher alcohol concentration than blood, but not by much. Sweat and breast milk would probably have similar qualities.” I took another drink of her piss then poured the rest into the sink. I did this primarily to avoid having to get up again to pee. Beth did the same and we headed back to bed. On the way, she took off the shirt I had ordered her to wear earlier that evening.

For some reason, piss play always makes me especially horny for oral sex. I asked Beth to straddle me, giving me access to her womanhood. This time, I started between her clit and pussy, pressing the tip of my tongue directly onto her pee-hole. She gave a slight gasp, and then took the head of my penis into her mouth and licked along my opening. It was my turn to moan with pleasure. I shifted my focus first to her vagina, then to her clit. As I started sucking it, she took me fully into her mouth. I could actually felt the air flowing around my balls as she took a breath before she swallowed the head of my cock. She pulled back a bit as she whimpered and moaned with her orgasm. She continued her ministrations alternating between swallowing me, and sucking while her tongue danced around my cock. I enjoyed it as long as I could hold off then came, shooting my semen down her throat. Both satisfied, she turned her back to me so we could spoon as we fell back asleep — my cock resting in her crack and my hands cupping her breasts. I fell asleep marveling about how someone as muscled and tough as her could still feel so soft in my arms.

It was now Sunday morning. The previous morning I was thinking about how she and I used the family changing rooms when I took her swimming. This morning, I mentioned it again. “I know you remember changing with me when we went swimming. Do you remember when Mom was there with us?”

“Barely.”

“When you were three or four, Mom surprised me by telling you that it was OK to pee in the shower. This is something that guys tend to wonder about. Do women pee in the shower? Mom’s comment was the only time I had heard any female mention it. I don’t know how common it is, but I expect that most guys do. If I’m showering where other guys can see me, I’ll face the spray so it isn’t obvious, and I expect that other guys do the same.”

“That makes sense. I remember what you said yesterday about not looking at other guy’s ‘junk’.” She looked thoughtful for a few seconds and continued, “I almost always pee before getting into the shower but sometimes, especially after a game, I’ll have to go again before I’m done. When that happens I just go, but I always wash myself afterwards.”

As with the previous morning, I got out of bed to make coffee and brought 2 mugs back to the room. When I arrived Beth was heading for the bathroom. I followed her and set her coffee on the counter before leaning against it. She gave me an exaggerated eye-roll as she sat down on the toilet. “You really like to watch me pee, don’t you?”

“Guilty as charged, but you seem to like watching me as well” I countered.

“OK, so we’re both busted.” She again parted her legs as she went. Although her pee-hole was almost invisible most of the time, it was obvious when her piss was flowing. When she had finished wiping, I handed her coffee to her and turned on the shower. Although I had to go too, I only used the toilet before showering if I had to take a dump. Beth commented “I noticed that you skipped the sweatpants this morning.” After our first night together, I had put on the sweatpants I wore around the house when Joan was there. They had become superfluous with Beth.

Beth set down her coffee to join me as I stepped into the shower. She ‘washed’ my manhood, first with her mouth, then with soap and water. She grabbed the hand-held showerhead to rinse me off, but before she could rinse me, I let loose. She gasped as my piss shot onto the floor of the tub, and then squealed as I directed it at her belly. I suppressed a chuckle watching my piss bubbling in her bellybutton. When my bladder was empty, she rinsed herself first then carefully ensured that all soap was removed from my equipment. I grabbed her soap to wash her, starting with her b-cups. I returned her favor by carefully massaging her with the soap. As I moved downward, she spread her legs slightly. As I reached her bikini trim, she turned the tables on me, adding her stream to the water from the shower. Without hesitation, I cupped my hand a couple inches below her slit to catch her pee, watching it splash into my hand. It had considerably more color than our late night session of pee-play. When she was done I rinsed my hand, added more soap, and carefully washed her pussy, sliding a finger into her fold from anus to clit. I moved my hand back, and slipped the tip of my finger into her ass eliciting a small, startled “ouch” followed almost immediately with a satisfied “ooh” as I plunged my thumb into her pussy. Holding the showerhead with one hand, I spread her lips with the other to ensure that all the soap was removed. We finished washing each other. Beth was happy to have HER shampoo and conditioner on hand.

After drying off, I headed into the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. Beth followed my lead and we went through our morning routine. There seemed to be more incidental touching and bumping into each other than usual, but it’s possible that I was simply more aware of it. I made a mental note to investigate the matter further in the future.

Sunday was generally set aside for shopping and other activities involved in preparing for the week. We visited a department store for her to get better sandals and a couple outfits that could be more easily removed for future visits to the nude (excuse me, ‘clothing optional’) beach. The next stop was an addition to our usual Sunday shopping trip — an “Adult” boutique. As we pulled into the parking lot, Beth started to protest “I’m not going in there.” I assured her that about half of their customers were women, and those women were responsible for a majority of their profits. Beth, as I expected, made the translation from economics to social sciences and concluded that her visit wouldn’t attract notice. Although I didn’t mention it to her, it also didn’t hurt that I knew the owner, and could trust Alice with (almost) anything. Beth and I entered the store and Alice greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm dimmed a bit when she saw my companion. Her look held the implied the accusation of ‘robbing the cradle.’ I explained that my daughter had graduated from high school a few weeks ago, and lost her virginity over the weekend. The purpose of our visit was that she wouldn’t be able to see her boyfriend for a few days. “I’ve convinced her that it would be a good idea to get something to reduce her frustration.”

Alice’s relief arrived as a wave that washed over the room. She winked at Beth and gestured to me, “I always knew that Jim was a smart man. I have several options for you. Are you comfortable talking about this in front of your father?” Beth glanced back at me and I shrugged my shoulders. She nodded her head. Alice led Beth to an assortment of dildos and vibrators explaining the difference and advantages of both. “Dildos can be any shape or size, don’t have batteries, and you don’t have to worry about them getting wet. Most are dishwasher safe. Vibrators do just what their name implies, but have different styles of movement…”

I missed most of the discussion because, in spite of Beth’s assurance that she was comfortable discussing sex toys in front of me, Alice’s glances at me made it clear that she was not. Since I wanted Beth to get the best service possible, I meandered over to the magazines and DVD’s at the other end of the store. I glanced over my shoulder occasionally to see Alice pointing out the different toys. I chuckled at one point when Alice gestured at something that would have been appropriate for a horse, and Beth shuddered and shook her head. I didn’t see what they had selected; Alice kept it out of sight as I rejoined them at the counter and reached for my wallet. Beth stayed my hand saying “Remember, I have a job and a scholarship, so you don’t have to pay for everything.”

Like every Sunday, the final stop was Winco for groceries. She had three selections from the feminine hygiene aisle – in addition to my suggestions (condoms and lubricant for use if/when she seduced a guy) – she mentioned she’d like to try tampons instead of pads for her next period.

When we were back in the car, I asked about her earlier purchase. “Alice told me that women generally don’t tell their lovers about their toys. All I’ll say is that it’s smaller than Richard.” She said this with a telling look at my crotch. So my cock now had a name. I considered asking if she or Alice had come up with the name, but decided that it didn’t matter — I just accepted it. We stopped at home to put away the groceries then had dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I had a margarita on the rocks, while Beth had strawberry lemonade — she was still only 18, too young to be served alcohol in any state in the Union. As her father, that law didn’t apply to me.

We both had to get up early on Monday (myself for work, Beth for soccer practice), so we went to bed soon after getting home. As we got undressed I asked “How many times have we fucked each other this weekend? Not counting the oral sessions, I think it’s four times, but I may be forgetting one. We’ve tried a different position every time, but haven’t used the most common. In fact, several couples wouldn’t consider doing it any other way.”

Beth finished my thought. “You’re talking about the Missionary position, right? I’ve always felt that the word seemed wrong for anything dealing with sex — but I understand it’s called that because it’s the only position ‘approved’ by some ‘christian’ denominations.” She somehow made it clear that, in this context, she felt the proper spelling of the religious term was with a lower case ‘c’.

She got into bed and lay on her back with her legs spread, clearly ready for me to mount her properly. Never one to disappoint, I climbed into bed on top of her and guided Richard to her slit. The ‘proper’ missionary style would be to enter her, ‘deposit my seed,’ and leave. Her pleasure was to come from addressing her husband’s needs — that, and her duty to have kids. ‘Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen’ didn’t come from thin air, just narrow minds. I obviously didn’t subscribe to this belief, and tried to ensure that she enjoyed sex as much as I did. I slid my cock up and down her slit a couple times, pressing on her clit when I reached it. I didn’t press into her until I had completed a few strokes. She was always ready for me and I started with long, slow thrusts when I finally entered her. As always, I marveled at her warm, moist, tight, love hole. I went from having just the head of my cock in her, to having my bush pressed against hers. While I continued the long strokes, I supported myself with one hand and used the other to rub her breasts. Her nipples seemed to be straining for attention, so I lightly pinched each of them a few times, then massaged her mounds. With both hands back on the bed, I lowered my head to kiss her. She immediately opened her mouth, and our tongues danced around each other while my cock continued its assault. My strokes became shorter and faster as Beth’s breathing indicated she was ready to cum. When she did so, her pussy grabbed my cock to pull me over the edge with her.

After recovering — when she ‘got off’ it could take a moment for her to land — she sat up and commented “if you’re stuck with only one position, that isn’t a bad choice. But then, you haven’t introduced a position I didn’t like. Of course, that may be because I like Richard any way I can get him.” She then brought up something I had mentioned shortly before I took her virginity. “On Friday you mentioned porn sites, and you were right that I’ve visited them as well — more than I’d care to admit to myself. I’ve occasionally encountered pictures of guys taking others — guys or girls — in the ass. The receiving girls fall into two categories.”

When she mentioned ‘two categories’ I was fairly sure I knew where she was headed. I finished her description to ensure we were both on the same page. “With so many sites out there, it’s unlikely we’ve visited the same ones, but I think I know what you’re talking about. There are two distinct camps on the ‘fuck her in the ass’ field. One camp is clearly affiliated with the BDSM crowd — she has a cock in her ass and a pained expression on her face. The other is best described as ‘gentle and loving, with a slight shift in position’.”

“Huh? . . . No, it’s great, Kate” I lied. Actually, the dry crap in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim’s house for the obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I wasn’t a permanent employee. I was doing some consulting for the office and consequently spent much time there. I had heard too many horror stories about horribly boring conversations, devil-children, and the infamous ‘Shitty’ turkey to be looking forward to this gathering, and as expected, I would have had a much better time at home.

After two grueling hours, I had filled up on eggnog and was looking for a way out. Not wanting to be the first to leave, I devised a plan: Leave ten minutes after the second person or group leaves. Sounded good enough. After the meal, I lolled around for a bit, sipping my Nog and feeling quite relaxed. I took pleasure in jumping from one conversational circle to another. I have a special way of bullshitting my way through pseudo-conversations and getting quite a thrill out of making fun of everyone else. That’s my specialty.

Creative visualization is also my specialty. For the previous four months, the only pussy I’d gotten was Rosey Palmer and her five sisters, and that was often, very often. Sometimes I’d whack off five times per day just to keep the hard-on down. If I went a few days without snapping my carrots, my pork sword would be in a permanent state of stiffness and my balls would swell to the size of ripe California Plums and hurt like hell. Soon, I became a master at mental masturbation. When I was relaxed enough, I could blow a hefty load without even touching myself! This kept my dick from being raw all of the fucking time and stopped the hair from growing on my palms.

As the eggnog began to affect everyone, the conversation turned from work-blah-blah-blah, to shit that I actually LIKED to talk about: Computers, Music, Travel and other junk. I sat on the sofa and mentally fucked my female co-workers and my male co-workers’ wives. I even porked Jim’s wife from behind. I sighed heavily as I dreamed of dumping a wad of goo in her 45 year old snatch.

Needless to say, by the time my co-worker Virginia and her dorkmeiser husband left, I was a huge ball of horniness. All of my fantasies had been rudely invaded by reality. Now, all I had to do is wait for the next person to leave and in ten more minutes, I could jump in my car and pull my dork all the way home. ( I was a master at that as well. I can pull it in city traffic, or going Mach 1 on the highway. Sometimes my cum makes the steering wheel kinda slippery, but it’s well worth it.)

I watched Virginia walk out the door. Her attributes, or lack of, intrigued me. You see, Virginia is skinny. Very skinny. In fact, sometimes I’d watch her at the office and would compare her to a walking bag of bones. Her breasts were non-existent, and her body was, for lack of a better description, a straight line. No hips, no discernible waistline, and I’m still puzzled by the lack of breasts. When I fantasized about fucking her, I put her knees to her chest and pounded her hard until her back snapped like a twig.

1 Down, 1 Plus 10 minutes to go. I was putting odds on who would leave next. Obviously, it would be Beth. She was hanging all over her ‘roommate’ Keith. For as long as I could remember, she’s been telling everyone that her and Keith share a plutonic relationship and are just friends. I knew she was bullshitting from day one. As far as I know, neither of them have had a date since he moved in, so obviously, he’s getting his heat from somewhere. Beth isn’t that bad looking. If you looked at her from a distance, you could say that she’s beautiful. But once you approach, the lines in her face betray her age, which I guess to be around 35. Still, she has an OK set of hips and handfuls of flesh on her chest that pass as boobs. For some reason, when I thought of fucking her, she was always leaning over, typing something. The squishing sounds of my dong being drowned out by her clanging 90wpm on the computer. Pretty strange, huh?

Gone, I watched her hang on to Keith as they both left. I looked at my watch, rotated the bezel, and waited for the ten minutes to pass.

“What’s the matter . . . time to go?” asked Linda. With me mentally fucking every female in sight, I didn’t even take notice of her sitting in the chair directly in front of me.

“Yeah” I muttered “if I can only remember how to get out of here”. I was expressing a genuine concern. Jim’s neighborhood was, of course, a model of modern suburbia: Every house is identical, the streets are all generically named after trees, Maple, Oak, Pine, etc.

“The trick is to remember the Christmas decorations as you come in.” she replied. For most of the night, or most of the previous months, I had completely ignored Linda. We were complete opposites and when we conflicted in the office, all hell broke loose. She was my major obstacle when it came to ordering a computer system that I thought the office needed and I resented her for it. It would have been genuinely good for the office and the consulting fees to me would have kept me in pizza and porno videos for a good long time. We were both stubborn and pigheaded, but I was rational when it came to arguments and silent in my revenge, so it always appeared as if she was a raving lunatic. She always hated me for being able to argue without raising my voice or getting hysterical. “I don’t know how I’m getting home. I guess I’ll walk.”

“Walk?” I said, not really knowing where she lived. “It’s pretty cold out there. How’d you get here?”

“Beth and Keith, but I guess they wanted to be alone”. Jeesh, I was actually beginning to feel sorry for Linda. As she blabbed on about Christmas this or that, I really began to think about it. Of all of the people in the world, she’s quite possibly the only one that I genuinely do not like. Don’t get me wrong, we’d be civil to each other when necessary, but when we conflicted, run for fucking cover. Which made me wonder why we seemed to be making small talk now. What I said next shocked me:

“Where do you live? I could give you a ride”. I wished that I could pull the words back in my gullet but it was too late. The offer was made. Then there was the awkward silence that seemed to last for hours. I stared her right in the eye and didn’t show any signs of the absolute horror that I felt. Surely the moment she got in my car we would begin to argue. Why couldn’t she call her husband? She WAS married. With three kids in fact. What an asshole I am!

She leaned forward and whispered. “Sure . . . if we can leave right now.” I was looking to detect something in her eyes. Maybe an ulterior motive or some kind of revenge plan, but I saw genuine sincerity, so I quickly gulped down the rest of my Nog and stumbled to get off of the sofa. I wasn’t drunk, but I was a bit ‘affected’. I did my absolute best not to show it. Getting cocked at a client’s house is not exactly a good career move.

As we both said our final good-byes, needless to say, people were more than a bit shocked to see us leaving together and acting quite civil towards each other. Jim, couldn’t pick up his jaw from the floor. I was feeling more than a bit loose, so I wished Merry Christmas and Joyeaux Noel all around and left with Linda. I was right. It was cold, but at least it wasn’t snowing. I love snow to fuck around in, but hate to drive in it. As I fumbled through my pockets for my keys, I looked around and marveled at the Christmas lights and decorations.

“Yeah, they do know how to overdo it, don’t they?” Linda said. For a brief moment, I’d forgotten she was there. “Look at this one over here”. She walked out ahead of me and was admiring a decoration scene, while I was admiring her. She had on an oversized sweater and a pair of simple black jeans, but incredibly, she didn’t have a jacket. She always wore oversized tops. You couldn’t really get a good gander at what her boobs were shaped like because she always wore something big and floppy and pulled at it constantly. The jeans, however, were a complete contrast. They hugged her ass like a second skin, an ass that can only be described as bulbous. Linda wasn’t fat, but I suppose 3 kids would make even Ms. Olympia a bit on the chunky, Rubenesque side. Her last child was born less than a year before. I couldn’t really recall when. I started the consulting job while she was on maternity leave and I guess the process of getting such a big project done with her not there made her a little irritated.

As the Triple X-rated movie reels in my head began to turn, I stopped myself. What was I doing? I hadn’t fantasized about Linda since I really got to know what a bitch she is! It’s not that she wasn’t attractive to me. On the contrary, she had attributes that get my balls churning instantly: She’s a true redhead, she’s got a set of hips that you can hold on to, and she had just had a child. (Pregnant women and new mothers are very sexy. I secretly wished that I could watch her breast-feed her child).

I stepped up beside her finally finding my keys and looked at the house that she was admiring. It was a gaudy masterpiece mixture of the classic nativity scene and the modern Santa Claus theme. There were thousands of lights on the house itself and lining the driveway and walkways as well.

“A bit overdone for my taste.” I said, getting into my car. Being the absolute gentleman that I am, I got in first and cranked it up while she waited. Then I unlocked her door from the inside (What a guy!) “Where to?” I sighed, trying not to sound as lit as I really was.

“The first left then first right will get you onto Pleasant street. I live at 37 Stuart.” ‘Maybe this wont be so bad’ I thought to myself. Stuart is only a few minutes away. Surely we couldn’t come to blows in a short few minutes. As I winded my way towards Pleasant, the silence was absolutely deafening. I wanted to say something, or turn on the radio or something, but most of all, I wanted this long, strange trip to end.

Finally, I turned onto Stuart and spied her house. It looked kind of empty, which made me wonder where her husband and kids where. I stopped the car and didn’t even bother to take it out of gear, then I waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. Silence. She wouldn’t say anything, she wouldn’t get out, as far as I knew, she was dead because I couldn’t hear her breathing. Then I turned to look at her. SHE WAS ASLEEP! She was kind of slumped over, her head against the window, a mass of red hair covering her face. I leaned forward to try to obtain some sort of outline of her breasts, but to no avail. It was too dark, and even if it wasn’t, the sweater was too thick and oversized.

I put the Olds in park and shut it off. The sudden engine silence along with the eerie feeling that someone was looking at her woke her from her light slumber. She looked around confused, then opened the door abruptly and got out without saying a word. With that, I started the car, turned on the radio and fished around my glove compartment for some proper tunage. After finding Zeppelin IV and popping it in, I was ready to head out, but Linda wasn’t even to her walkway yet, so I decided to be at least halfway decent and wait to see her through her door safely. As she reached her steps, she dropped her purse, giving me a few more fleeting glimpses of her ass and wide hips as she bent to retrieve it. Instead of walking up her steps, she pivoted and turned around, returning towards me. I looked in the passenger seat as if checking to see if she had left something behind. Nothing. She walked right up to the window on my side and leaned over to speak. I slid the window down to that electronic humming sound that I love so much.

“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” She asked feebly. ‘Oh jeesh, what in the world could have entered her mind from the time she got out of my car to the time she dropped her purse?’ I shut the car off in silent reply. I spied the neighborhood and decided that it was safe enough to leave my keys in the ignition and the door unlocked. After all, it was quite dark, quite cold, and quite late. I followed Linda up the walkway wondering if this was a wise decision. We had managed to be civil to each other all night. Why was I pushing my luck? Her house showed no signs of life inside, which surprised me more than a little. The house itself was nothing impressive: Single level, semi-modern petite style. Adequate distance between neighboring dwellings. Good use of landscaping and shrubbery. I calculated it to be worth about $ 90,000 in the current depressed market. As she unlocked her door and went in ahead of me, I tried to recall anything and everything that I’d heard her say, compiling months of conversations, gossip, and innuendo into a nice background file on her: Linda Taylor-31, Husband, Randy-31, Assembly-line worker. Kids – Jessica-10, Jodi-2, and Bobby was less than a year old. Education – Trade school for secretarial skills, no formal post-secondary education. I was prepared for anything she threw at me, or was I?

The house was dark. I was surprised at the pleasant odor emanating from it. For some reason, I assumed that her house smelled like chicken soup or something. She turned on the lights and told me to have a seat. The living room was clean and brightly decorated with bric-a-brac and several figurines here and there. It wasn’t overly impressive, but it did add a spice of decorative class. I admired her for that. She was in the kitchen area, which sounded to be a great distance away from the main living room. Within a few minutes, she returned with a platter containing two huge cups of joe, a bowl of sugar and a container full of what I correctly assumed to be cream.

“Thank you.” I said, as she handed me my coffee. “Randy? Is he here?” I inquired. “I wouldn’t want to wake him up or anything.”

“He’s at work. He’s on the third shift this month.” she said matter of factly. I looked around, thinking of where her kids might be, surely she didn’t leave them here alone while she was out. “They’re at my mothers’” she blurted out, reading my mind. “I didn’t know how late I’d be at Jim’s so I told them to stay the night. They’re OK. She baby-sits them everyday.” Well, that solved a great mystery. She seemed comfortable with it, but I needed a little more reassurance. “It’s OK, I don’t bite” she laughed. “I know we haven’t had the best working relationship, but that’s because we’re both stubborn and we like to get our own way and when that happens, you’re going to have conflicts.”

She made a great deal of sense and from that moment on, I felt much more comfortable. I even took my jacket off as we made fun of people at the office and gossiped endlessly about this ones sex life and that ones husband. We even found that we shared the same taste in music. She popped in a Pink Floyd CD and we jammed out for a while, sipping our java and chatting like old friends. I wasn’t surprised at how close we had gotten on the sofa. We’d inch forward and whisper little gossip tidbits to each other as if others could be listening, until our thighs were rubbing.

*******

The coffee was long gone, and the CD was on its fourth go round, so I decided to head home.

“Can’t believe it’s so late.” I said without looking at my watch. I slid forward on the sofa to maximize the contact between our thighs, hoping to further fuel the fires of my masturbatory fantasies. I placed my hand on the back of the sofa for leverage. Quickly, she placed her hand on my thigh and held it firmly.

“You don’t really have to leave now . . . do you? We were just getting to know one another.” Wild shit started running through my head. Her touch was burning me. My prick went from flaccid and floppy to purple and promising within the span of 1.5 seconds. In response, I slowly slid my hand from the sofa to her face. I caressed her flesh very gently as we both leaned forward blindly. Our lips found each other, slowly and gently at first, then with a passionate yearning.

Our tongues intertwined in the age-old French dance of foreplay. The heat generated by our bodies was almost overwhelming. I found it difficult to breath, but we remained joined, breaking only to kiss her cheek and nose and neck. Her cream colored neck was flawless and without a single wrinkle. As my nose nuzzled the base of her throat, I detected a hot, musky odor: The smell of lust reeking from her every pore. For the first time, I saw this person with whom I had a working relationship, whom before tonight I didn’t like or respect, vulnerable and ready for the pleasures of a deep-plunging cock. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and almost swooned with the feeling that rode through my entire body.

Wordlessly, I reached out and began to fondle one rounded knee, letting my hand revel in the feel of the tight denim covering the flesh just under the surface. Then I ran my hand up the trembling flesh of her inner thigh, hesitating at the apex of her jeans to diddle my fingers at the crossroads of her seams. Linda shuddered at my touch. She was so soft, so incredibly soft.

We moaned in unison, our tongues vibrating against one another. She offered no resistance as I slid my hand from her crotch slowly up the bulging flesh of her belly and on to her right breast. I waited for an objection, but there was none. ‘Surely I latched onto the wrong thing’ I immediately thought to myself. The object that I held in my hand could not have possible been Linda’s boob. It was huge and jug-like, and very soft to the touch. It was very hard to tell through the thickness of her sweater. Again, she read my mind. She pulled back and we momentarily broke from our embrace. Her face was flushed and the sweat had beaded on her forehead as I’m sure it had done on mine. Without saying a word she pulled the sweater over her head. I had my first view of her bra and tits. The bra was pale blue and silky in texture. It barely held the twin masses of white flesh that sprung from her chest. Her belly was a joyous collection of fleshy rolls that longed to be tongued. It was so smooth, so white, so silky that it was almost unbelievable.

I reached out to embrace her, reached upward, behind her back, and undid the catch of her brassiere and pulled it away, passing the loops along her arms and out over her hands. Her tits were incredible. As she wavered on the sofa, it seemed that they had lives of their own and did not belong to the rest of her body. Widely separated, they hung from her chest in sloping, curving flesh that reached a crescendo in two huge reddish nipples, each surrounded by big pink coronas. They were perfectly formed bitch udders, made for seeing, handling, and sucking. My mouth watered just from looking at them.

She reached forward and pulled my shirt and T-shirt over my head, her fingers lingering on my hairless chest, tentatively at first, then more boldly. Her fingers caressing my shoulders, then my nipples. Her touch was electrifying. I grabbed her gently by the arm and leaned back, pulling her towards me, on top of me. I hugged her tightly, seeking her lips with my own. Her body was completely on top of mine. Her chest pressed into me, the moistness forming between us. She silently slid her hand between us and cupped my cock and balls through my slacks. I whimpered slightly at her touch, her hand outlining my dong, squeezing it, measuring it. I felt the puddles of sweat that had quickly formed between us. I reached to fondle her breast and was more surprised at the amount of sweat that she had on her. I broke our embrace to look down between us. What the?!?!? It wasn’t sweat at all: It was MILK, BREAST MILK!

“I’m so sorry . . . ” Linda said apologetically. “I breast-feed Bobby pretty regularly.” My cock nearly exploded with the revelation. I couldn’t believe it. I squeezed her boob and watched in awe as the pearly white substance squirted from around her nipple and splashed upon my chest. One of my lifelong fantasies was about to come true. I grabbed her by her wide hips and slid her upwards so that her breasts were directly above my face. I slid one hot nipple into my mouth and then the other, alternating breasts. My dick strained unbelievably against my trousers, but he would definitely have to wait. I wrapped both hands around her right boob and opened my mouth to await the fountains of mother’s milk that were sure to come. I squeezed, gently at first, then harder and more forcefully. The milk squirted into my mouth and slid down my throat in an ecstasy of sweet tasting nectar that was absolutely indescribable. I sucked and suckled like a little baby, taking my time to enjoy the sweetness. I was so wrapped up in my own milky desires, that I was completely unaware that Linda was quaking and shuddering her way through her first orgasm. She let out a small shriek and collapsed on top of me, my mouth maintaining its’ gentle suction.

After drinking my fill from both of her generous jugs, I made a decision. On this night, I will give this woman THE BEST fuck session that she has ever had or will ever have in her entire lifetime. This would be in repayment for offering me her sweet treats.

Without hesitating, I reached between us and unsnapped her jeans. I felt her gutflesh give way and overflow, breaking free from their tight, denim prison. I tried to peel them down over her hips and ass, but to no avail. I was going to need help with this one. She got to her feet and unzipped the jeans completely. As she bent over to pull them down, her breasts hung from her chest like to twin beehives swinging in the warm summer breeze. I reached out to touch them for a brief moment. They felt smooth under my fingers. When Linda stood upright, I could see . . . HEAVEN! Her crotch was a mass of red cunt hair! Long, stringy strands of pubes escaped her panties and poked freely into the air. Her panties were a match set to her bra and were soaked through. This added to the wonderful view I was getting of her fiery forest. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them in one motion and stood completely naked before me. What glorious flesh! Unmarred, and creamy looking.

“How do I look?” she asked meekly.

“Good enough to eat.” I replied. To prove it, I grabbed her leg and swung it over my head so that her right leg was on the floor and her left was on the side of my head. I slowly kissed her inner thigh and was intrigued at the suspended smooth flesh. She leaned forward, hanging her breasts over the edge of the sofa. At first, it was difficult to breathe, but I inched down on the sofa and found a sweet spot. I darted my tongue out and licked at her entire dense red bush. The smell was incredible: A mixture of breast milk, sweat, cunt juice, and lust, lots and lots of lust.

I traced my tongue along her thick cuntlips, occasionally stopping at her protruding clitoris and sucking it like a nipple. This slow tease made Linda mad with humplust. She began to grind her pussy into my face in search of release. I eased my middle finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle, no more than an inch, and began to slide it up and down. Linda wanted it in her. She slid back in hopes of impaling herself on my finger but I didn’t allow her. I was going to make this one last and make it count.

Just when she was on the verge of begging for an orgasmic release, I pushed her over the edge. I shoved two fingers into her sopping wet cunny and simultaneously munched on her swollen clit until she screamed in a double clitoral/vaginal orgasm that shook the entire sofa, and maybe the entire house. Her juices shot out of her quim, sprayed my hand and splashed upon my chin and throat. I sucked as much of the honeysweet liquor as I could, lapping her entire crotch like a dog.

We were both motionless for the next two or three minutes. Catching our breath and returning to the realities of the normal world. I lovingly caressed her asscheeks and her hips. I couldn’t get enough of her smooth flesh and her gentle bulges.

She got off of me and stood up in one fluid motion, taking my hand and standing me up. She pulled me close and grasped my asscheeks as our lips met. Linda was as tall as I was, so our alignment was no problem. I grabbed her fleshy cheeks and ground her mound into my crotch. She breathed heavily into my shoulder as she hungrily humped the lump in my pants, rubbing her clit across the raised seam. Her actions became more frantic as she balanced herself on one leg and hooked the other around my ass to increase the friction on her pussy. I held on to her as she squirmed, twisted and turned her way through another quivering orgasm. She muffled her squeaks in my chest and nearly collapsed in my arms.

She held her head against my shoulder and caressed my arms as we stood and embraced like lovers. She gently took my hand and led me away from the sofa, and down a long hallway. As she trotted ahead of me, I could really get an excellent look at her body. A flawless picture of creamy white flesh that looks as if it were made to be tongued by me and me alone. We walked past what I believed to be the kitchen and then a bathroom and some closed doors that I assumed were her kids rooms. At the end of the hall, she opened the door and beckoned me in.

When the door closed behind us and we were enveloped by the warm semi-darkness of her bedroom, we remained silent. She stood before me, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders. I was breathing hard and fast. She unsnapped my pants, and slid them down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, she cooed at the sight of my dong poking through my boxer shorts. Swaying rigidly like an untiring soldier. She pulled down my boxers and lightly gripped my rod, pulling me gently towards the medium sized bed.

She turned on a small lamp beside the bed and sat down, pulling me closer. As I stood in front of her, she looked like I had never seen her before: Vulnerable and in need of affection. I ran my fingers through her long red hair and softly touched her cheek. She leaned forward and nuzzled my pubic hairs with her nose, my cock rubbing her cheek and poking her hair. She flicked her tongue and licked the base of my cock. I trembled at the immense pleasure she was giving me. Then, in one motion, she slid my entire cock in her mouth and started a combination of sucking and humming that was driving me absolutely insane. She repeatedly slid my thick cock into her gasping mouth, sliding it between the compressing, soft lips. Her cheeks filled and emptied like bellows, and her entire upper body swayed in unison with her sucking movements. With every stroke her big tits swayed and bobbed like fleshy pendulums, the taut pink nipples sticking out like fingertips. I could feel my cockhead lodge into the back of her throat. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, I could feel the dam begin to weaken as my balls began to churn. Linda reached up and began to twist my nipple with one hand and massage my nuts with the other. I couldn’t hold off any longer. The dam broke and I came with an animal groan, filling Linda’s mouth with gobs of hot spunk. As the cum surged out of me, Linda’s mouth sucked harder. I could hear her gulp and swallow squirts of my hot, sticky cream.

For the next 20 seconds I continued to cum in her mouth, as if I has stored up semen for months. She never gave up sucking for an instant; She was intent on getting every last drop of sticky moisture out of my dork. Sperm began to dribble from the side of her mouth and run in a slow stream down her chin, several large drops settling onto her boobs. She let my dick vacate her moist mouth and lifted her heavy hanging boob and licked the jizm off of it.

Exhausted, I crawled in bed behind her and completely stretched out. The cool bedspreads against my back and ass felt wonderful. Linda maneuvered herself at the foot of the bed and slowly worked her way upward, licking and nibbling at my knees, thighs and around my crotch. My cock immediately stood at attention, the meat quickly lengthening itself and unintentionally poking Linda in the eye. She very lovingly took it in her hand and studied it carefully. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling she was sending through me. She squeezed it, licked it, slapped it against her cheek. She fondled the balls through their sac and then kissed them. She took one nut into her mouth and hummed loudly, sending electric shocks through my entire body. She inched upwards, kissing my stomach, chest and then lingered as our lips met briefly. She raised up and positioned herself over my stiff prick, her juicy snatch perfectly aligned. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, feeling me fill her every nook and cranny. The slick silky feeling of her cunt walls was incredible. They seemed to be milking me without her moving at all. She was still for a moment, getting used to me being inside her. Then she raised up and eased back down with a gasp, then again, then again.

Within minutes she was rhythmically riding me like a jockey, bouncing up and down furiously, occasionally stopping to grind her clit into my crotch. I was doing my best to hold back, thinking about sports, current political events, checking off my Christmas list, anything but the wonderfully smooth cunt that was beckoning me or the incredible woman that was giving me such immense pleasure. As her riding became more violent, she placed her hands on my chest for leverage, her jugs bouncing up and down, begging to be held. I reached out with both hands and grabbed them, kneading them like big mounds of dough. Milk sprayed out and misted over my chest and face. I held my mouth open and licked openly like a thirsty man in the rain. I pulled her breasts down to me and began to suck, drinking in more mother’s milk. Linda’s gasps turned into yelps, sounding more like a small puppy barking. Her sounds nearly drowning out the squelching sounds that my dick made in her sloppy pussy.

“Oh god!” she screamed, slamming down on me in one big movement, her body wracked my a huge orgasm that shook the bed. Her fluids seeped out around my dick and down over my balls and onto the bedspread beneath me. She came down on top of me, her moist nipples pushing into my stomach. Her body still quivering and shaking uncontrollably.

I held onto her and slowly rolled over on top of her, keeping us joined. I slowly started rotating my hips and working my dick in, around and out of her hole. She began to respond immediately. Her breathing quickened and she held on to me for dear life. I placed my hands behind her legs and pushed her knees to her chest. I was surprised at how flexible she was: She was able to place her knees on the outside of each of her shoulders. The result was an expanse of exposed thigh and crotchflesh that was made to hold me. I held my weight on my hands and began to take long strokes into her hot box, making sure to grind as I bottomed out inside her. Then I started slamming myself into her, thumping into the back of her cunt, our bodies making rude slapping sounds as they collided together. Linda started panting and digging her fingers into my arms.

“Ohhhhh Yesssssss!” She hissed, her cunt opening and closing around my cock. The tears from her closed eyes streaked down her face. She was frantically gasping for air as another orgasm overcame her. Her titties wobbled and shook like a ‘cream Jello’ mold, and her snatch clamped shut on my dick. I held onto her as she trembled and silently cried.

I wiped her tears away and withdrew my stiff dick from her, turning her over for some more action. She was ready for anything and I was willing to give it. She was on her hands and knees and I was kneeling behind her, my staff pointed at her red bush. I pushed into her and without hesitation, began to hump her like a dog. My ass muscles flexed and pumped like a finely oiled piece of machinery. After a few minutes of this, I grabbed two handfuls of flesh at Linda’s hips and began to pull her back onto me, her fleshy hips and ass jiggling and wiggling at each thrust.

Not knowing how she’d react, I slowly and cautiously slipped a thumb into her hairy asshole and began to twist it. She bucked like a wild stallion and was overcome by the feelings of double penetration that swept through her. Then I slid the other thumb in, twisting both simultaneously. I continued to thump into her pussy and flapped my rotating hands like the wings of a butterfly. Her asshole was tight, too tight, I thought, for what I had in mind, but I was determined to give it a try anyway.

I slowly slid out her cooz and lined my cock up to her asshole. I replaced my thumbs with my slippery dickhead and slowly began to push inward. Linda froze, I assumed that this was her introduction to backdoor lovin’ so I decided to make it as pleasant for her as possible. After I had worked my way up to my base in her ass, I reached under and began to tickle her clit. Linda began to respond by rhythmically sliding herself onto and off of my impaled cock. After several minutes of slow, calculated movements, Linda’s ass was accustomed to the intruder within it. I began to ride my roller coaster to the top of the hill as I slid in and out of that incredibly tight, virgin asshole. I pushed Linda flat onto the bed and continued to ream her from above, forcing her blubbery cheeks apart with my dong. The feeling was fucking incredible. The smell that had developed was a mixture of humplust, pussy, and shit that only heightened the pleasure that I was giving and getting.

Linda was whimpering into to bedspread as I repeatedly came crashing down on top of her, my pubes scratching her asscheeks and our bodies making slurping suction and slapping noises. I looked between us and saw my shit-covered cock in the dim light. The brown liquid seeped out of Linda’s ass and down her pussy lips. My roller coaster was very close to the top as I slammed down onto her, violently shaking the bed, my dick being squeezed by her shitty ass. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I bit hard into Linda’s shoulder as my cockjuice spurted from me into her willing ass. It was without a doubt, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life. Linda came as well, her musky juice spraying out of her and across my ballsac. Her ass convulsively nipping at the base of my spent prick.

I remained on top of her, licking the sore spot were I had bitten her, regaining my strength for possibly another go round. Linda had different ideas. She rolled from beneath me and stepped into an adjacent bathroom. She began to clean herself, wiping the cum from her face, cleaning the shit from her pussy and ass. Then I looked at my own area. I needed a good cleaning as well. My semi-erect cock was covered with shit and cum. I got off of the bed and went into the bathroom. The slime on my cock dripped as it swayed at half-mast. The bathroom was a pink and baby blue paradise, complete with a bidet, and a very wide freestanding tub/shower. This is where I went. I blasted the warm water across my entire body and was really impressed at the size of the tub. It rivaled the size of the bed! I lay down in the tub, the water rained downed upon me as I enjoyed the feeling. Linda walked over to me with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

“What’s wrong baby?” I said, taking her hand.

“I have to go to the bathroom” She replied, glancing over at the toilet. I laughed out loud and pulled her to me. She stepped into the tub as I reached and shut the water off with my toes. Her feet were on either side of me, her moist, red bush directly over my stomach. Smiling at her, I reached and began to caress her puffy cuntlips, sliding one then two then three fingers into her sweet honeypot. She shivered at my touch. Then my pinky slid in. I began to handfuck her, shoving my entire hand up to the knuckles in her sopping wet pussy, using my thumb to massage her thick swollen clit. Then I began to rotate my hand, causing a strained expression to appear on Linda’s face.

“Please . . . oooohhhhh . . . I have to peeeeeee” she pleaded. Come to think of it, I had to let go myself.

“Go ahead.” I commanded. “Piss on meeeeeee” . I halted my fist action and waited. The expression on her face remain strained as she eased her insides and relaxed herself enough to release. Then her expression changed to one of extreme pleasure. The sticky liquid began to seep out of her, slowly at first, then in a steady stream. The warm piss squirted around my inserted hand and ran down my arm as I started to pump in and out of her with my fist. Her cunt gripped my hand as I pumped and wriggled my fingers inside her. She was quickly close to cumming again and I knew it. I pushed my entire hand into her dripping pussy, her cuntlips gripping my wrist as I opened and closed my hand like a flower. Linda shuddered and came, squirting a mix of cum and pee around my wrist. As she rotated her hips in unison with my thrusts, she let out a small fart that left her asshole, and wormed its way out of her chubby buttcheeks. In response, I squeezed one off myself. A big, noisy, smelly concoction of tuna fish, and fruit salad. Kind of surprised, she squeezed out another one, this one larger and smellier than mine. It had kind of a ham n’ egg whiff with a touch of onions and green peppers.

During our fartfest, a surprised look came over Linda’s face. She looked down at me.

“I really have to go to the BATHROOM this time.” She said, holding up two fingers. I pulled my fist out of her twitching snatch with an audible plop, the juice and pee covering my hand like slime. I walked my fingers between her thighs and quickly slid my middle up her ass, feeling the creamy damn that had built up behind her sphincter. I massaged the wall of shit with my finger, poking it and prodding it. Without any warning at all, she started shitting in my hand, the creamy substance oozing out around my finger. Mortified, I tried to catch the poop in my hands, but once I smelled the odor that filled the bathroom, my cock began to rise and I didn’t care. Linda squatted and began to eagerly shit and fart on my stomach. The shit laid on me in a heap of light creamy brown goo with bits of peanuts and corn mixed in generously. I rubbed the shit into my chest and smeared it all over me and her, rolling the peanuts against her thighs. I pushed Linda back, easing her shit-filled hole over my now fully erect dick. I hunched upwards, shoving my cock through the creamy barrier. Just thinking about the sinful, filthy pleasures was enough to put me on the edge.

Linda rocked swiftly back and forth, rubbing her shit into her stomach and breasts, occasionally squeezing them and staring at the milk that dribbled out. Her wobbly buttcheeks slapping against my haunches, shit and puddles of breast milk slapping and squishing between us. The smell and the sight were much too much for me to handle. My balls began a slow bubble, that intensified with each stroke into that hot, shitty ass. With one final lurch upward and a loud throaty scream, my balls emptied, spraying the insides of her anal cavity with sticky wads of sperm-infested goo. Linda continued rubbing the shit and milk into her breasts, trembling as the warm cum splattered against her insides.

We remained silent for a moment, not moving. My cock slowly shrinking in her still throbbing ass. As my cock got smaller, I could feel the floodgates opening in my bladder. Uncontrollably, my own hot piss began to flow, gushing against Linda’s insides. Linda throbbed once she realized what was happening. I pulled my dork out of her ass and watched my twitching dong sway back and forth, the yellow stream of piss cascading upwards, arching, and then splashing down onto both of us like some magnificent Roman water fountain. It was glorious, a perfect ending to a night of naughty, adulterous games.

We were both very exhausted, and very filthy. As Linda squeezed the remainder of the piss/shit/cum mixture out of her ass, I caressed her hair with one of my big toes and slyly flipped the water with the other. The warm water against us felt incredibly good, washing away all of the filth and sweat. We stood up and washed each other lovingly, occasionally stopping to kiss or fondle one another, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I took good care in cleaning Linda’s asshole and snatch, stopping only to insert a finger or two to keep her honest. We also cleaned each others fingernails, making sure that no shit remained.

She dried me off as I walked back down the hallway, picking up my clothes along the way. The house no longer smelled like flowers, it reeked of sex. We stepped into the living room, pausing, listening. The CD was still playing! We giggled and she went to turn it off. I stood up straight, fully dressed and looked around, making sure that there was no sign of me there. I silently pointed to my coffee cup that was on the table. She quickly picked up both cups and headed back for the kitchen, her ass jiggling as she jogged. She returned quickly. I was in the doorway, checking outside. I turned and held my arms out to her, embracing her, letting our tongues dance and strain against one another. My hands gripping her fleshy ass and pulling her to me. We broke away reluctantly, looking at each other as lovers, and not as enemies or adversaries. We stayed silent and smiled as I turned and walked towards my car.

“In a big mansion out by Grouse Mountain,” said Hank. “You and your friends are all invited. You’ll be well-paid, too. You’ll all be swimming in money: I promise.”

“If Camilla goes, I go,” Candice defiantly told Mrs. Chen. “I quit.”

“So do I,” said Calina. “I go with cops to mansion.”

“I’m go, too,” said Li-ping.

“What?” Mrs. Chen shouted. “You can’t. You have to work here tonight. You my daughter; do as I say!”

“No!” yelled Li-ping. “I quit, Mommy!”

“Same here,” said Jasmine. “I’m going where the money is more.”

“Me, too,” said Dora.

“OK, girls,” said the mayor, “get in our limos, and we’ll take you to the place. You’ll love it: paid to party.”

“Limos?” said Candice. “Alright!” The girls started towards the front door with the mayor and cops.

“Wait!” shouted Mrs. Chen at her former employees. “You can’t do this! I need you!”

“We just did it,” said Camilla, who wanted out of the bar so quickly, she left both her purse and her clothes. A limo, with its doors open, was waiting for the nude girl right in front of the building.

“Li-ping!” shouted Mrs. Chen. “You come back here!” Her daughter ignored her and walked out the door, arm in arm with the mayor. “Mr. Mayor! I let you have my daughter and this is how you repay me?”

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As the limos drove out of the city towards the mountains, Candice, correctly assuming the cops who sat with her were too corrupt to care, got out some ketamine, chopped a line, and snorted it. “You guys want some?” she asked.

“No thanks,” said Hank, sitting beside her. “We’re good.”

“You don’t mind me doing it?” she asked.

“Nah,” he said. “Enjoy yourself. If you like getting high, you’ll love the special drink we have for all you girls. It’s made from grass, herbs, and, well, lots of things.”

“Yeah?” she asked. “What is it?”

“We’ve been enjoying it for some time now, but it will be something relatively new to you,” he said. “It’s called ‘Nigrovum’. “

“Nigrovum? What’s that?”

“You’ll see, in ways you’ve never seen before. And you’ll feel no pain. You’ll feel like you’re in outer space. Really.”

“Wow. So how do cops and the mayor have enough to afford limos?” she asked.

“Oh, these aren’t our limos,” Hank said. “We have some rich, powerful friends in the world of big business and politics. If you girls entertain them well enough, and indulge their every fantasy, you’ll all benefit in a big way, as will the mayor and Vancouver police.”

“Who are these powerful people?”

“They prefer to remain anonymous.”

Though that last word, reminding Candice of ‘Mr. Anonymous’ Jim, sent a chill down her spine, she assumed that neither he nor his creepy, voyeuristic ilk would be important enough to be part of the night’s adventures, so she forgot about her worries and enjoyed the rest of the ride to the mansion.

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The limos arrived at the five-storey mansion a half-hour later, at around 10:30 PM. It was a beautiful old beige building, of Victorian design. It was between the foot of Grouse Mountain and a densely-wooded nearby forest.

When Camilla got out of her limo to look at the mansion, she got a vaguely eerie feeling about the place. She looked at the address. “1111 Morse Road,” she read on a sign by the front door as she went in. A recording of Nocturnal, a composition for soprano, male chorus and orchestra by avant-garde classical composer Edgard Varese, could be heard playing. It was a dark, dissonant piece of music: one could hear men’s voices repeatedly chanting, “You belong to the night.”

The mayor and cops brought the six girls into the mansion, then started walking away. “Mister Mayor,” said Li-ping. “Where you going?”

“We’re going to slip into something more comfortable,” he told her, then he went into another room with the policemen. Li-ping started to feel scared without her new lover near her. Jasmine and Dora also started feeling anxious without Hank and Superintendent Lewis with them.

Some men in virtually identical-looking black suits and masks approached the girls. Their masks all looked different, but had one thing in common: grotesque and grinning, they were like those masks worn in ancient Greek comedies.

The masked men led the girls up five flights of stairs to the top floor; by the time they all got there, the girls were eagerly hoping to find chairs to rest on. As they went single file into a fairly large waiting room, they noticed, above the doorway, a sign: ‘Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate’; none of the girls understood Italian, so they quickly forgot about it.

In the room there were eight naked, muscular young men and two naked young women. Only ever-horny Calina showed any sexual interest in them, the three black men in particular, Clarence being one of them. The other five men were three whites, an Asian, and an aboriginal. Their cocks, long and semi-erect from the sight of the two naked women and from the expectation of enjoying these six new women, made it safe to assume that the sexy studs were all well-hung. The girls would soon learn just how correct that assumption was.

Camilla, having interest only in older men, couldn’t care less about the youths; but instead hoped for some handsome mature lovers, since she too had been told about the wealthy, powerful men who’d be attending the party; what’s more, she hoped to enjoy making love to little Li-ping. Li-ping, only wanting to be with the mayor, was scared: she didn’t want any of those naked young men touching her, and feared being forced to let them have her. Candice, feeling the ketamine start to take effect, didn’t want those men touching her, either, but feeling the effect of the ketamine would help her not care. Dora and Jasmine, wondering where Lewis and Hank were, hoped they wouldn’t have to have sex with those youths, either.

The two naked women, one white and the other aboriginal, were even more scared. They tried to ignore the ogling of the eight naked youths; the only reason the men hadn’t gang-banged them was because they’d been ordered by the masked men not to touch them until after all sixteen people had been ‘examined’. There were four masked men in the room, too: one standing at each wall in the middle. The naked women could feel their staring eyes, and were even more nervous about the fact that they couldn’t see the men’s faces: who were they? What were they thinking about? What did they want? The naked women, not even wearing make-up, also felt uneasy about how their facial imperfections were clearly on display in the well-lit room. Did the men think they were ugly? The eerie grins on those grotesque masks caused even more anxiety: did the masks’ expressions reflect the real men within?

The aboriginal, a 20-year-old prostitute, was pretty and petite, like Li-ping and Dora. She looked a lot like porn star Hyapatia Lee. A drug addict with an abusive pimp for a boyfriend, she would have killed herself if it hadn’t been for the mayor and chief of police telling her about this great money-making opportunity.

The white woman, a 22-year-old single mother and stripper from a strip-joint several blocks away from Luvlee’s, had wavy blonde hair almost down to her shoulders, and vulnerable brown eyes. She was full-figured, with fairly large breasts and blonde pubic hair, but she was also somewhat pot-bellied. It was obvious from the edgy look on her face that she was insecure about her looks, since her lack of makeup meant her face’s slight blemishes and pimples, however small and few, were clearly visible to everyone. Being naked before strangers was a lot easier in a dark strip joint than it was in these bright rooms. What made her even more uncomfortable, both psychologically and physically, was her need to take a shit; so she frequently squirmed and pushed her pretty round buttocks together to prevent farts.

As soon as all six of the new arrivals came in the room, one of the masked men said, “OK, girls, take off all your clothes and wait here to be examined. Remove your makeup and nail polish, too: we want you to be all natural.”

Calina, wearing only a red slip and high heels, happily got naked, eagerly waiting to fuck the naked men. She grinned a slutty grin as all the men–nude and masked–stared at her large breasts, hairy pussy, and round ass.

The other clothed women, however, were extremely reluctant to get naked in front of all these strangers. Camilla, already nude, didn’t care about that, and could accept removing her makeup; but she didn’t want to remove her nail polish, for fear of those black lines on her finger- and toenails being seen.

“Come on, you girls!” the naked white woman shouted. “We don’t wanna be the only ones!”

So Jasmine, Dora, and Li-ping slowly and nervously unzipped their dresses, and let them drop on the floor, exposing their pretty lace bras and panties.

“Alright,” one of the masked men grunted. Li-ping sobbed softly as she pulled her panties down. Whistling ensued as the other girls removed their underwear. Jasmine, whose breasts were slightly larger than Dora’s and Li-ping’s, was the least uneasy about showing them to everyone; so her brassiere came off fairly quickly. But Dora and Li-ping reluctantly unclipped their bras and took them off, afraid of whoever wouldn’t like their tiny tits. The whistles and moans of pleasure from the men–nude and clothed–didn’t ease the girls’ minds. After kicking off their high heels, the six girls went over to a sink in the room and washed off their makeup and nail polish. After a few minutes, they were finished, and they dried themselves off.

Camilla at first wanted to hide her hands and feet to prevent those black lines from being seen; then she looked at the hands of one of the masked men, and saw that he had the same marks on his fingernails, too. She then looked at Candice’s hands and feet, and noticed that even she had the black marks! Though she now didn’t feel so alone with this physical imperfection, she feared for her friend, wondering if both of them were sick with the microscopic black ‘eggs’ in their blood.

Now that everyone in the room was naked (except the four masked men), some other masked men came in with trays of wine glasses; but the drink inside them wasn’t wine–it had a dark green colour. Each of the sixteen naked people was given a glass.

“What is this?” asked one of the naked white men.

“It’s called ‘Nigrovum’,” said one of the masked men. “Drink up: it’ll make you feel fantastic.”

All the naked people finished the drink quickly; Candice drank up with particular enthusiasm, since her ketamine high was already very powerful, and she hoped this drink would augment her buzz greatly. The masked men took the empty glasses out of the room.

A voice on an intercom suddenly said, “Vicky: go into the next room to be examined.” The aboriginal woman went into the room.

The other girls were getting nervous, wondering what was going to happen. Were they just going to dance erotically for their guests? Were they going to give them lap-dances? Or were they going to have to prostitute themselves? Would they have to do degrading things? Did the drink have the date-rape drug in it? Would they be raped? Would they be beaten and abused? Being naked in front of men whose faces they couldn’t see only worsened their fears. Who were these men?

“Neither do I,” Dora said. “Where’s Superintendent Lewis? What about our money?” She sensed something menacing about those grinning masks.

Camilla felt Li-ping’s body trembling with fear as she had her arm around her. Though she hated to see the pretty girl so frightened, she was getting excited from touching her soft skin; she was also getting impatient about when the fucking would start. “When is this being in limbo going to end?” she asked.

“Not too much longer,” said a masked man. “When the party proper starts, you’ll be feeling so good, you’ll see just how much it was worth the wait.”

Though Candice didn’t like the affection Camilla was giving Li-ping, the ketamine, on which she was now peaking, made her feel impervious to the pain of jealousy. Also, she was biding her time looking at Jasmine’s pretty face.

Li-ping, dying from all the suspense, put her head on Camilla’s shoulder, and Camilla gently kissed her on the forehead. She also gently stroked Li-ping’s left buttock. Camilla was breathing heavily and getting wet. Li-ping just continued softly sobbing. “Oh, don’t cry, sweetie,” Camilla said. “It’ll all be over with soon enough.”

“Why my mommy have to be so mean,” Li-ping said between sobs. “If she nice to me, I wouldn’t be a stripper, and not here, this scary place. If she nice to you, you not fired. I’m sorry for what she do to you.”

“I’ll be OK,” Camilla said, hugging Li-ping closer to her. “I don’t like my mommy either. I got away from her, and I’m glad. You’re right to get away from your mom, too.”

“My mommy make me be a stripper,” Li-ping said. “I never want to; I just want go to university, study engineering, and do respectable work.”

“After we finish this job, you’ll have so much money you’ll be able to pay for your university and living expenses ten times over, I’m sure of it,” Camilla said, kissing Li-ping on the cheek. “You’ll be able to get far away from your mom. Have faith, and hang on until the end of the night.”

Apparently, Vicky was finished in the other room, for the voice on the intercom said, “Sandy: it’s your turn. Go in the examination room.” The blonde woman nervously went in.

Sandy saw Vicky, frowning, walk out another door opposite the one she used to enter. In the small, well-lit room, Sandy saw a dozen masked men, also in expensive, almost identical black suits. They were sitting on chairs arranged in a circle. Again, the masks were of the same grotesque design, with unnerving grins. It frightened her to be the only naked woman in the room, especially with her pot belly, flawed skin, and gas. All this among men she didn’t know, whose facial expressions were hidden, so she had no clue as to what they were thinking.

“Come in the centre,” a masked man said in an Italian accent. “So we can all get a good look at you.”

“What d’you wanna do?” she asked with a tremulous voice.

“Examine every inch of your body,” another masked man said, in a French accent.

“Why?” Her whole body was now shaking.

“Because it pleases us to know everything about your body,” a third masked man said, in a German accent.

“Well, OK, but…can I use the bathroom first?” asked, quietly farting. There was a powerful faecal odour that embarrassed her.

“No,” said the first masked man. “You must piss and shit later.”

“But…I’ll stink up the room,” she said, on the verge of tears.

“We’re enjoying the smell,” said a fourth man in a Russian accent. “It’s a fetish of ours.”

“Sit on the floor and spread your legs,” the second man said.

She squatted down on the floor, and when she began spreading her legs, she farted audibly. The men chuckled, sniffing away gleefully. “You have a trumpet bum, my dear,” a fifth man said in a Spanish accent. She started to cry.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” the third man said as he bent forward and looked up close at her pussy. “We like nature’s smells.” He fingered her cunt, opening the labia wide.

“Your asshole fascinates me,” said the third man. “Get on all fours, and point your ass at me. I want to see your asshole up close.”

Still sobbing, she did as she was told. Who are these men? she thought; What are they thinking? What do they want? Are they going to fuck me, or just look at me and humiliate me?

The German spread her buttocks open wide, and brought his face near; she broke wind again, but silently. He felt the breeze against his face, and breathed it all in.

The men continued fondling her all over, having her turn around so every man could see every inch of her body; she continued farting and crying. They made comments in their own languages. It was driving her mad not to know who they were, or what they were saying about her body. She tried to remind herself of why she was here: to get the money so she could provide a better life for her baby daughter. She had many hands feeling her up simultaneously, grabbing her tits, squeezing her ass, patting her on her pot belly, tickling her pubic hair, groping her vulva, and touching her legs. They made her feel like a piece of meat, not a human being. All those eyes looking up close at every goose-bump on her skin, knowing her anatomy better than she did, and she had no idea who the men were. After every man thoroughly examined her breasts, buttocks, pubic hair, pussy, asshole, legs, and feet, feeling around inside and out, she was asked to leave. She gladly left, though not without an end to her crying.

Vicky, in the next room, put her arms around her. “Don’t cry, Sandy,” she said. “Remember what’s at the end of this ordeal: all that money.”

“That money had better be there!” she shouted in sobs. “That was so degrading; they made me feel like an animal. But I gotta do it, for my beautiful baby. I don’t want her to grow up working class, like me.”

Candice went into the examination room next. The ketamine made her feel protected from the masked men’s ogling and groping: she simply didn’t care about all those probing hands and judging, faceless eyes.

Then Calina went in. Her horny exhibitionism was tempered only by insecurities about how the men would react to her hairiness; not being able to see their faces, and not understanding the languages she heard made her even more nervous. Only the Russian’s remarks eased her mind: in Russian, he said, “I want to feel that pretty hairy pussy tickling my face.” She hoped to get a fuck from him later; she’d have to try to remember his mask, purple, with a long beak nose. Those 24 hands feeling up her breasts, buttocks, pussy, and asshole got her soaking wet between the legs.

Next to go in was Li-ping. She cried incessantly during the whole ‘examination’. As all those hands pawed at her defenceless body, she kept begging for the mayor to come and take her away; actually, he was one of the men, but he never told her. If only she’d known that he wasn’t the good man she thought he was. Then Dora went in; though she didn’t cry, she shook with fear, especially when she had to bend over. As her beautiful little virgin asshole was being enthusiastically examined, she again had fears of being anally raped. Jasmine went in next; she felt the fear, but also disgust at how contemptuously she was being treated.

Finally it was Camilla’s turn. Though she happily displayed herself to these mysterious men, and allowed them to touch her all over, she was worried about how they’d react to those black lines of hers. She saw the same lines on their fingernails, too; this eased her worries, but also made her wonder if this meant she had something in common with such creepy people. Indeed, that eerie sense of commonality was increased when she began to sense a strange psychic connection with them. She’d always felt a psychic connection with others, hence that uncanny ability of hers to know people’s fantasies; but this was a stronger, remarkably vivid, mutual connection. She somehow knew that these men could also feel the connection with her.

“Oui,” said the Frenchman. “She is the one whom the Nigrovum fertilized.” She, of course, had no idea what he meant by that. “She is The One. We must take her up through Satan’s tail, and offer her outside, on the grass, grass like what the Nigrovum fell on.” They all bowed before her. “La femme sacrificiale.”

More enigmatic remarks. What on earth was ‘Satan’s tail’? That last expression was the last thing she could make out, for the Nigrovum was taking effect, and her perceptions were suddenly too dulled for the rest of his words to be at all coherent to her. She had some vague sense of danger, though the drug was making her too dreamy to let her continue thinking about it. She was told to go into the room where the other girls were.

When she joined the other girls, even she, in her drugged state, could see that they were now all just as intoxicated by the drink as she was. They all continued waiting as the eight naked men, one by one, entered the room to join them after being ‘examined’. They, too, were dazed by the effects of the Nigrovum. A masked man told them to follow him down the stairs to the fourth floor, where the first orgy would take place.

“Finally, the fucking begins,” Camilla said in slurs. “No more limbo.” They all went down.

In a large room down there, the word LUST was written in large letters in red lipstick on one of the walls. There were large TV screens mounted on all the walls: they were showing scenes from hardcore pornographic movies, with images of gangbangs, gloryhole sex, pissing, scat, sex with animals, gay sex, interracial sex, older men fucking teenage girls, MILFs with young men, rapes, bukkake, BDSM, lesbian sex, and even kiddie porn surrounding the sixteen soon-to-be lovers, to inspire their lust. Instead of being horrified at the more extreme, illegal images, the sixteen nudes were completely desensitized to the video debauchery, thanks to the Nigrovum. Camilla, a little more psychically attuned to what was going on, felt a little fear and perturbation at what was on display on some of the scenes, the look of terror in the eyes of some of the not-so-willing onscreen lovers. Still, even her worries were muffled by the high she was feeling from the drink; also, the expectation of soon-to-come sex kept her spirits up.

Inspired by the gangbang video, the eight naked youths looked around for two willing females. The three white men and the Asian took Camilla, and the three blacks and aboriginal took Calina, who giggled with delight at being picked up and carried over to an open area on the floor to fuck.

One of the white men lay on the floor on the other side of the room, and Camilla got on all fours over him; he put his already erect cock in her moist pussy. The Asian, lacking lubricant, spat on her asshole and on his big cock, and slid it in slowly. The second white man put his cock in her mouth, and she started sucking with verve while taking the cock of the third white man in her left hand and jerking him off, always keeping it pointed at her face.

Meanwhile, Calina lay on her back on the belly of the aboriginal, who, lying on the floor, had spat on her virgin asshole; he slid his cock in. Always open to new experiences, Calina welcomed this ass-gaping. Clarence, ever a worshipper of her big breasts, put his cock between them and wrapped them tightly around his manhood; he blissfully moved his dick up and down between their smooth softness. The other two black men entered her soaking hairy cunt and salivating mouth. She started squealing away.

Candice, inspired by the lesbian video, went up to Jasmine, took the pretty black girl’s cheeks in her gentle, caressing hands, and softly kissed her sensuous lips. Ever since Candice had started working at Luvlee’s, she’d been captivated by Jasmine’s beauty, especially by her watery eyes. Jasmine was surprised to have been kissed by a girl, this being her very first time, but she liked it. She’d always been open to lesbian sex; she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Certainly doing it with a girl was a lot better than doing it with one of those studs, or with any of those creepy masked men…unless one of them had happened to be Hank. The two girls lay on the floor, with Candice on top, and made love, a rare moment of gentleness that whole night.

Sandy, in a stoned stupor, freely broke wind without inhibition as she stood in the middle of the room, the other lovers being too high and preoccupied with sex to notice the odour at all. Two masked men, though, who had coprophiliac urges, approached her, one from the front and one from behind. The one in front took her by the upper arms and pulled down, while the one behind bent over, grabbed her by the lower legs, and pulled up, kissing her round buttocks as he and the other man got her on the floor on all fours. Too stoned to care, Sandy acquiesced completely, always remembering the huge amount of money she expected to get the next day. The man in front unzipped his black dress pants and pulled his hard cock out; he shoved it in her mouth, pushing it all the way in and making her deep-throat him. She briefly gagged at first, but soon got her sense of rhythm and was sucking him off expertly.

“Oh, I like…this skank,” he said in grunts as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth.

The other man spread her legs wide open and pulled her ass forward so he could have that farting asshole up close to his face. He licked her smelly crack as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick dick, a formidable eight inches. He opened her asshole and felt the breeze of her farts blow kisses on his face; between farts, he licked her asshole and fingered her clitoris to get her pussy wet. Then he shoved his peninsular manhood halfway inside her cunt: she squealed with surprise at its size, farting loudly. He kept pushing it in deeper, amazing her all the more; this was her first moment of pleasure that whole night. Her screams of delight were muffled by the other man’s hard cock in her mouth, a cock she kissed and licked intermittently between sucks as she played with his balls. As the man behind fucked her pussy, his finger probed her asshole, searching for shit.

Vicky was taken by two masked men; they put her on the floor on all fours. One man put his cock in her mouth, and the other greased up his cock and her asshole well, and slipped right in. Vicky loved anal, and squealed as she sucked the first man’s dick. This is a lot better than doing it with my pimp, she thought; though these guys are aggressive, at least they don’t slap me around.

Li-ping and Dora stood in the middle of the room in their high daze, two timid petite girls who were totally confused and disoriented as to what was going on. Eight masked men came up to them, a quartet taking each girl to opposite corners of the room. Both girls were put on all fours, with a man underneath to fuck their pussies, and a man behind to give it to them in the ass, and two men each in front of their faces, one to get head and another to get jerked off. Totally acquiescent from the Nigrovum, the girls tried to remember the money they’d been promised.

Too drugged even to be aware she was being gangbanged, Li-ping thought she was dreaming, having sex with four clones of Mayor Wilson. (Actually, he was the man behind her, lubing her pretty black virgin anus and sliding his huge cock inside.) Looking up shyly at the grinning faces on the masks, she thought–in her drugged state–that the masks were real faces that seemed to come to life and move. They looked like they were laughing at her. (Indeed, the men were chuckling as they fucked her.) Because of the effect of the drink, their voices had the distorted, warped sound of slowed-down tape: this made the laughing sound even creepier.

In her stupor, Dora too thought she was dreaming. She imagined herself with only Superintendent Lewis; indeed, he was there with the other men. He was lubing her pretty virgin asshole and about to shove it in. She timidly looked up at the mask of the man she was blowing, and like Li-ping, she thought the mask was a living face, and that the grin on the mask was moving, eerily laughing at her with that warped, slowed-down-tape sound. Who are these men? she thought. Because the Nigrovum made her feel desensitized to any pain or feelings of shock, as it did the other naked fifteen, she hardly at all noticed Lewis’ big cock pushing all the way inside her tight, tiny asshole, stretching it wide open.

As they all continued fucking, two things could be heard over loudspeakers: the liturgical words of a mysterious ceremony, and another composition by the avant-garde musician Edgard Varese, Arcana, for full orchestra. Everyone on Nigrovum heard liturgical words with one content, while those having not drunk the potent drug heard a quite different content. Due to her highly-developed psychic abilities, which had been in many ways augmented by the Nigrovum, Camilla could hear a bit of both; she found herself shifting back and forth from one version to the other.

When the Asian spat on her asshole and slid his cock inside her, Camilla in her stupor imagined he was Mr. Chen during her anal deflowering; this young Asian, however, was much more endowed, at almost seven inches, and thicker, too. Has Mr. Chen been using one of those penis-enlargement pumps? she thought; I thought they didn’t work.

“One body in love, men ruling with women,…” began the words of the liturgy, as the drugged nude lovers heard it.

Doped-up Camilla imagined the man under her, fucking her pussy, was Mr. Langella; indeed, the young man’s cock felt as delicious and fulfilling as her former art teacher’s; her pussy was smiling. It would have frowned to know, however, that the cock inside it was attached to a 19-year-old stud who’d dropped out of school in grade ten; as unsexy as they came, in her opinion.

“One body, one government, ruling the world,…” the liturgy began, as Camilla and the masked men had heard it.

The cock in her mouth seemed to be Carl’s scrumptious phallus, the one she’d enjoyed sucking in Luvlee’s before she was canned; actually, it was that of an 18-year-old who was on parole–again, not her type.

The violent dissonance of Varese’s music sounded eerie and frightening to Camilla, though the pleasure she got from being stuffed by those cocks made her forget her worries.

“Promoting equality, racial harmony, improvement, serenity,…” was noted especially by Calina, Candice, and Jasmine as they continued enjoying their interracial sex. The men in masks, however, chuckled as they continued fucking and sodomizing Vicky, Li-ping, and Dora, hearing the real words: “Promoting equal racial humbling, impoverishment, and servility…”

Sandy simultaneously came and farted at her loudest when she heard the liturgy continue: “Establishing world peace, a state of bliss for the common people.” As she continued licking, kissing, and sucking off the man in front of her, intermittently deep-throating him and shaking his testes, she almost felt peaceful herself. Maybe with that money, she thought, I won’t be common anymore, and my beautiful daughter can have a chance at a decent life.

Looking up at the apparently laughing mask, she didn’t hear what they’d heard: “Establishing a world police state, an abyss for the common people.” The man behind her, still fucking her multi-orgasmic pussy, gleefully sniffed her flatulence and stuck his finger deep inside her asshole.

Camilla and Calina were shaking and squealing with the pleasure they received from their panting partners, all of them approaching orgasm. Candice went down on Jasmine, feverishly licking her pussy while fingering her own. Both girls were about to come, too, for Jasmine’s body was vibrating from Candice’s electric tongue, and Candice was being overcome with the ecstatic affection she was feeling for her new lover. The two girls were inspired to hear, it seemed, these liturgical words: “Feeling boundless sensual joy, the people will be cared for by that global village, the state.”

The masked men continued chuckling as they enjoyed Vicky, Sandy, Li-ping, and Dora, their masks ever seeming to the drugged women as real faces, laughing at them as their mouths, pussies, and asses were being fucked. The men heard what was really said: “Feeling bound by sensuality, the people will be caged by that global villainy, the state.”

Camilla had already come five times: the groin area of the man under her was drenched in the cooze he’d inspired. The Asian fucking her ass was really digging a deep tunnel in her happy rectum. This fuck was a real workout; they were sweating raindrops on each other. She kissed and licked the tip of the cock she’d been sucking while keeping the dick she was jerking off pointed straight at her left cheek. She was hoping for a massive facial, and she knew the guys were just about to blow.

“Bukkake!” she suddenly shouted, feeling the psychic influence of the liturgical chanter. The Asian and white man under her pulled out of her holes and stood up with the other two. All in a circle around her, they jerked off over her head, which pointed up at the ceiling.

Calina, too, was screaming from the pleasurable impaling she was getting: she’d come six times already, splashing her jizz on the crotch of the black man in her pussy, and on the legs of the aboriginal who was probing her newly-broken-in rectum. The black cock she was sucking was like a giant chocolate bar: thick and hard, with no hollowness. She greedily deep-throated it as often and as long as she could, she so worshipped its phallic magnificence. She was convinced of the old cliche: when you go black, you don’t go back. Clarence continued slipping his cock up and down between her big tits, squeezing them gently and playing with them.

“These are…so amazing,” he groaned.

Inspired by Camilla’s scream of bukkake, the aboriginal and black in Calina’s pussy both pulled out, stood up with Clarence, and surrounded her as Camilla’s men had surrounded her. They were now jerking off, pointing their dicks at Calina’s most receptive face and hair.

“We got…the hair…between your…legs wet; now we’ll…get the…hair on…your head wet,” Clarence moaned as he played with himself, his dick pointed right at her nose, only a centimetre or two away.

The masked men doing the liturgy had monitors in their room so they could watch and enjoy the orgy on the fourth floor (there were monitors for every room on every floor to know what was always going on). Using the psychic powers Nigrovum gave them, they were able to regulate the desire of all the lovers to ensure the bukkake ejaculations were perfectly synchronized.

Candice was moaning as she fingered herself and Jasmine’s cunt; her mouth was all over Jasmine’s infinitely black asshole, licking it and kissing it. Surprised at how much she was enjoying Candice’s talents at cunnilingus and anilingus, Jasmine was glad to have a new lover.

Vicky’s men also pulled out, got up, and pointed their cocks at her face, as did the men with Sandy, Li-ping, and Dora. As those girls’ faces and hair were sprinkled on with the come of their men, these words were heard: “Nigrovum fell from the sky, from the god Set, to enlighten mankind. Its tiny black drops bedecked, like morning dew, the grass, the earth’s hair.” Candice and Jasmine came, and as Candice was licking the come off Jasmine’s pussy, Jasmine returned the favour, moving over to lick Candice’s come off hers. Calina’s face and hair were saturated with come, and some of the men’s come dripped on her hairy cunt, which was also covered with her own come.

“Oh, I love…black cocks,” squatting Calina said, hugging her standing black men close to her and gently kissing each of the men’s spent members. “Please take…good care of them…make me feel…so good.” The aboriginal felt annoyed to be left out of that.

Finally, as these words were heard, it was time for Camilla’s facial: “We sought the one who received Nigrovum and we found her, brushing her hair against the green hair of the earth. Hail, Set! The birth of a new era!”

Then, Camilla heard these words, as did the masked men: “With her, we shall spread Nigrovum throughout the world, and our power shall grow! Hail, Satan! The birth of a new era!”

Troubled at the sound of that demonized name, Camilla thought, I hope that’s just something like Anton Szandor LaVey Satanism, not the extreme kind you hear the Church warning us about.”

All the lovers lay on the floor, breathing so heavily to regain their breath, it was as though the winds of a violent storm were blowing them about without rest.

Several of the masked men then led the sixteen nudes down the stairs to the third floor, in a room where the word GLUTTONY was written in shit in big, brown letters on a wall. TV screens on the walls showed video of corpulent people pigging out on fattening, greasy food. Varese’s Deserts, for wind, percussion and electronic tape could be heard playing on a speaker in the room. The eight naked young men were told to lie next to each other on their backs in a row on the floor. After they did so, the girls got their instructions.

“Each of you girls pick a man and stand over him, your legs on either side of his hips,” said a masked man. The girls did as directed: Camilla, Jasmine, and Li-ping chose the white men; Calina chose Clarence; Sandy and Dora chose the other two black men; Vicky chose the aboriginal man; and Candice chose the Asian. “Now, squat and piss on the men.”

As all the girls squatted and waited for their urine to flow, doped-up Sandy asked in slurs, “Can I shit now?”

“Not now,” said another masked man. “After your piss, you girls will all shit.”

As the eight girls began pissing on the torsos of the eight naked men, all sixteen of them seemed to hear, over a TV speaker, these words from the continuing liturgy: “We will spread bliss all over mankind: hail, Set!”

There were eight masked men in the room with the naked sixteen. The masked men stood on an elevated stage so their expensive shoes wouldn’t get soiled by the pool of piss that was spreading all over the floor; they laughed as they watched the naked men receive their golden showers, and heard the real liturgical words, which Camilla thought she’d heard, too: “We will spray piss all over mankind: hail, Satan!”

Clarence looked up at Calina and smiled as he watched her bathe his chest in her golden juice. Camilla was content to piss on her man; she deemed him, in his youth and simplemindedness, unworthy of her. Though compliant, the other six girls were annoyed to be such objects of degradation; the Nigrovum’s potent effect made them too weak-willed to resist. Vicky looked down in sadness on the man she was pissing on, a fellow native. She found him handsome; he looked up at her with gentle eyes, seemingly ignorant of how he was being humiliated.

The drugged nudes heard these ritual words: “Man will fly with the gifts we give him.” The girls, looking at the grinning masks on the well-dressed men who watched them piss, thought again that the masks were real, grotesque faces, eerily laughing at them with distorted voices. Actually, the men were chuckling under those masks when they heard the real words of the continuing ceremony: “Man will die in the filth we leave him in.”

The girls finished pissing and straightened up.

“Boys, get up and go into the next room; sit at the dining room table there,” a masked man said.

The naked men got up and did as they were told, splashing their feet in the shallow yellow pond as they left the room. A masked man gestured to a pile of bowls lying next to him on the stage where he and the other masked men stood. “Each girl take a bowl and stand before each of us,” he said. The girls obeyed. “Now put the bowl at your feet.” The girls did. “Turn around, squat over the bowls making sure your anuses are aimed over the middles of the bowls, and shit in them.” The girls turned around and squatted as directed. The masked men also squatted to get a closer look.

“Finally. Oh!” Sandy moaned as she sprayed diarrhea into her bowl.

The coprophiliac masked man behind her grinned a grin to match that of his mask as he saw the brown pour out of her anus. “Oh, how I love to watch your asshole in action,” he said.

The other masked men similarly enjoyed watching turds being pushed out of their girls’ arseholes. The room had an abominable reek that would make a pigsty seem like a perfume store in comparison.

When the girls finished shitting, they straightened up.

“Toilet paper?” Sandy asked, relieved to be no longer farting.

“We’ll clean you in the room next door,” a masked man said, gesturing to a door leading to a shower area. “But first, spread your legs out as wide as you can, bend over, and pick up your bowls.”

The girls did as they were told, and the masked men thrilled to see and sniff the girls’ muddy assholes up close. The men put their hands on the bent-over girls’ buttocks to spread them open wider and get a better look at each fudge-coated, puckered anus; the girls all looked back up at the men in surprise at this bizarre fetish.

Dora looked up in fear at the ogling man. Who is he? she wondered. (He was the chief of police.) She tried to ease her mind again by remembering the money she was promised, and how she’d be able to pay off her mother’s debts.

Sandy, too, tried to reassure herself of the money she was promised as she watched the coprophiliac behind her sniff her asshole. It’s all for my daughter, she thought, all for my beautiful little baby girl.

“OK,” the masked man ogling Jasmine’s asshole said (he was Hank). “Take your bowls into the dining room where your lovers are, and each of you is to put her bowl on the table before one of the men.” The girls took their bowls of shit over there and gave each seated naked man one. On the right side of each bowl was a fork and soup spoon; on the left, a knife.

“Girls, go back into the previous room,” said a masked man in the dining room, “and through it into the shower room. There, you will be cleaned.” As Camilla went with the other girls out of the dining room, she sneered to see the naked men lick their lips and pick up their silverware; in their drugged state, they seemed to see fudge desserts before them.

“Boys, bon appétit,” a masked man said, giggling.

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In the shower room, the masked men, always on a stage to keep their polished shoes dry, had hand-held shower heads and soap ready to clean the girls’ pussies and assholes. Each man called a girl by her name to come over to him, so he could have the girl he wanted.

When each girl stood by her man, he told her to spread her legs and bend over so he could see everything; the girls did as they were told. The men thoroughly probed and soaped up each girl’s vagina and rectum with their eager fingers, leaving not one millimetre of vaginal or anal wall untouched. Camilla, Calina, and Candice loved it; though the other girls felt humiliated, they strangely enjoyed the massaging sensations too. The men also washed the come off the girls’ faces and hair.

The men rinsed the soap away and dried the girls off. The girls straightened up, and the men began roughly fondling and groping them.

Camilla, somewhat more conscious than the other girls, said, “Please be gentle,” to her groper; he wouldn’t be.

The other girls were peaking from the effects of the Nigrovum, and didn’t care how they were being felt up. Their heads were buzzing from the high. This was especially true of Sandy, who moaned not from sexual pleasure, but from being completely stoned. Staring at the ceiling in a daze, she sensed the hands of her masked man squeeze her tits and buttocks, roughly paw at her vulva, and stab his finger in her ass; she barely even seemed to notice.

Dora’s man (Lewis, though she didn’t know) was fingering her anus with his left hand and groping her crotch with his other. He wanted to kiss her, but didn’t, because doing so would mean moving up his mask and revealing at least part of his face. A large part of the pleasure these men were getting was from knowing the girls had no idea who their oglers and gropers were. The masked men knew everything about the naked sixteen, who knew absolutely nothing about the masked men. The only thing known about the masked men was that they were perverts. Dora felt a fear mitigated only by her high as she timidly looked into the man’s eyes, the only part of his face she could see. Though the man was assuredly Lewis, a man she thought was a good man, she saw not his real, handsome face, but a grotesque mask…his real face, in another sense.

“OK,” a masked man said. “We’ve had our fun for now. Now, girls: go out the door over there and down the stairs to the second floor.” He pointed to a door opposite the one the girls entered. Everyone left the shower room and descended to the second floor.

On one of the walls was written the word GREED, in huge gold letters. The whole room was filled with priceless antique furniture and paintings of wealthy people. The whole room exhaled opulence.

Here was where the ritual was taking place. The High Priest, surrounded in a circle of candles and wearing black costuming with horns on his head, continued the liturgy: “Man in his avaricious quest for wealth rapes the earth and exploits the poor. The greedy bankers must be controlled. We, the guardians, shall rein them in.”

Four of the other masked men paired the eight girls in this manner: Camilla and Candice, Calina and Sandy, Li-ping and Dora, and Vicky and Jasmine. The first four girls, being big-breasted, were first to receive instructions.

“OK, girls,” one of the four masked men said. “Rub those titties together. It’s a competition: whose boobs are the best. Push away!”

At first, the girls giggled and sighed with excitement as they brushed their quickly-hardening nipples against each other. Candice, now coming down from the ketamine, looked lovingly in the eyes of Camilla, who looked lewdly back at her. Calina looked in the same lewd way into the eyes of Sandy, who felt awkward, having never before done anything remotely lesbian.

“No, girls,” another of the four masked men said. “Don’t tickle your nipples together: push your whole tits together! Squeeze!” He, next to Calina and Sandy, pushed their backs in to squish the girls closer to each other. Camilla and Candice pushed together of their own accord.

As the tit-squeezing continued, much to the girls’ discomfort and pain, the High Priest continued with his hypocritical homily on greed: “Why, capitalists, do you hoard? Why, hawkish politicians, do you squander to build destructive armies?”

“Joust with those jugs!” the first man lasciviously said. “Push those big money bags together, those treasure chests!”

The other four girls, not being well-endowed, were made to stand back to back and bend over. Since both petite pairs were of girls of equal height, their buttocks rubbed together. The four masked men each stood before the head of each bent-over girl; the men unzipped their pants and pulled out their hard cocks. They put them in the girls’ mouths to suck.

“Rub your asses together, girls,” said the man being sucked off by Li-ping. The quartet of cocksuckers gladly rubbed away, for they got more pleasure feeling the small buttocks of the girls rubbing against them than they did from blowing the men. Sometimes, a buttock would go between the crack of the opposite girl, and rub against her moist vulva.

The High Priest continued, and this is what the drugged girls heard: “The World Government will seize the wealth of the greedy and spread it out equally to the needy.” Everyone else in the room heard this: “The World Government will steal the wealth of the people and spend it all, heedless of the needy.” The men in masks laughed.

The eight naked youths, having finished their ‘dessert’, and having been bathed (their mouths were also thoroughly cleaned with mouthwash), came down to the second floor to join the girls.

Nearing ejaculation, the masked men being sucked off noticed red-breasted Camilla, Candice, Calina, and Sandy resting to ease their soreness. “Keep rubbing! Hard!” one of the masked men shouted. The girls reluctantly started rubbing again.

Seconds after, the four men came in the four petite girls’ mouths. Still rubbing their buttocks together, the girls wanted to spit out the come. “No!” shouted one of the men as he zipped up his pants. “Swallow it!” The girls sadly obeyed. Li-ping, wanting to throw up, coughed after swallowing. “Follow us down to the ground floor.” All sixteen naked people followed the four masked men down the stairs.

The word ANGER was written in blood in big letters on a wall. TVs mounted on the walls showed movie scenes of angry people shouting at one another or fighting; there was also video of people drowning.

One of the masked men shouted, as if in a rage, “FUCK!” at the sixteen frightened nudes. Calina paired up with Clarence; Candice and Jasmine each had one of the other two blacks and went into a corner all together; Li-ping was taken by the Asian; Dora had a white man; Sandy had the other two white men; Vicky and the aboriginal man had sex; and Camilla, not at all interested in the youths, hoped one of the masked men would please her.

Three masked men came up to her; she psychically sensed they would be desirable–indeed, they were Mayor Wilson, Superintendent Lewis, and Hank, though she didn’t know who they were. The men pulled their cocks out of their pants, and Wilson lay on the floor. She knew he wanted her asshole, so she lay on him on her back, and he lubed her and slid it in. Hank got on top and put it in her pussy; she opened her mouth to receive Lewis’ cock.

Calina screamed as she bounced up and down on Clarence’s huge cock, which pleasurably stretched her vaginal walls. He felt her tits and squeezed her nipples. She had her hands on his arms, feeling his muscles.

As Candice received her man’s cock doggy-style, she kissed Jasmine’s cheeks and lips, for Jasmine, also getting doggy-style from her man, was facing her. This was ideal for these girls, to be pleased almost anonymously from their studs while giving each other love. Their bodies jerked closer to each other with each thrust their studs gave them, and they held each other’s heads in a caressing hand as they kissed. Candice could see Jasmine as an ideal replacement lover, in case her relationship with Camilla continued to sour.

Li-ping looked in the eyes of her Asian lover as he fucked her pussy. Though his big cock made her squeal with pleasure, the vacant, joyless look in the satyr’s eyes disappointed her. She’d hoped he would remind her of her old boyfriend in Taiwan, but he, seeming to her to be either Japanese or Korean, was nothing at all like that sweet boy from her past. As much as she enjoyed the sex, somewhere deep down in her mind, she knew she’d trade in all this pleasure instantly just to have one man to be in love with.

Dora’s white lover furiously licked her pussy and asshole. She lay on the floor with her spread-out legs up and over her head so he’d have both holes for his tongue and fingers. Sensitively sucking on her pebble of a clitoris and on her labia, and tickling her anal orifice, he was the best lover she’d had yet that night, and her wet pussy would sprinkle some come soon. Still, she wished she could just be at home in bed. She tried her best, in her wasted state, to focus on remembering the money she’d get to help her dear mother out of her financial woes.

Sandy, on her back on the floor, had a cock in her pussy and a cock between her tits. Though the cock in her cunt slid in and out well, the man on her chest squeezed her breasts too aggressively, so it hurt. Remember your daughter, she thought to herself; this ordeal will be over soon; that money will put my sweet baby in a good school one day. “Love…is sacrifice,” she said in slurred sighs. “That’s why…I’m a victim.”

Vicky and her man, both being aboriginal, made love in relative serenity, trying to blot out of their minds all the mayhem around them. He thrust in gently and slowly as she sat on him in the cowgirl position, and she gyrated her hips in a soulful rhythm to his movements. She hoped she could be with this man after the night’s debauchery. With the money she hoped to make from this, she could definitely get away from her abusive pimp, a nasty white man; and running into this lover’s arms would be a perfect way to do that. No need for suicide then. She’d even leave the drugs alone.

When Camilla was just about to come, she would soon hear her three masked men say something disturbing. After Hank pulled his cock out of her cunt, he took a cup out of his blazer pocket and placed it by her pussy. Hank’s finger tickled her clitoris to speed up her orgasm. When it spewed out and into the cup, the men watched with lascivious delight, chanting, “Nigrovum, little black Satanic eggs!”

When the others came, all within a few minutes of each other, the masked men led the eight nudes down to basement one. When is this going to end? many of the tired naked people wondered.

HERESY was written in blood on one of the walls of a dark room down there, lit up only by torches. The last few minutes of Varese’s Ecuatorial could be heard as a violent musical soundtrack to the continuing ritual. The High Priest’s voice could be heard over an intercom: “The Church calls our religion heresy, but Judaism and Christianity are the real heresies! They speak of the flaming tombs of Hell: it’s a lie! Hell is a place of rejoicing. The only flaming tombs here are of the fires of lust! Rejoice: hail, Satan!”

Since she’d been fighting and resisting the stupor that the drug had put her in, Camilla was getting increasingly clear-headed, and more and more afraid. I don’t think this is any kind of soft-core, harmless Satanism, she thought; this could be something nasty.

Li-ping came up to her, still doped up but afraid; Camilla took her away with her to another room when the masked men weren’t looking. She held Li-ping in her arms, and kissed her on the cheek.

They were in a dining room, with the lights off. Camilla could hear cooks in the next-door kitchen. What are cooks doing preparing a meal at this time of night? she wondered. She looked up at a clock on the wall–2:16 AM. “Are they gonna feed us?” she asked as she looked around. “Why would we eat now?” She could feel Li-ping’s little body trembling with fear in her arms; she looked into the Asian’s timid, expressive eyes and stroked her hair. “You are so pretty; your eyes are pure loveliness.” She kissed Li-ping softly on the lips.

They got down on the floor, with Camilla on top of her petite, semi-aware lover. Camilla showered the girl with gentle pecks on her lips, cheeks, and neck. “What you doing?” Li-ping asked in sighs. Though not at all lesbian, she was getting excited all the same, sighing her pleasure. Varese’s Density 21.5, for solo flute, could be heard from a speaker in the room.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetie,” Camilla said between kisses, which had now reached Li-ping’s sternum. “I’m not…gonna hurt you…Nor will I…let them.” Camilla’s mouth reached Li-ping’s tiny breasts, and she sucked on the left nipple, a little brown gum drop, while lightly pinching the right one. Then Camilla’s trail of kisses continued slowly down to Li-ping’s belly and to her hairy pubes, which tickled her face. “Oh, your…beautiful…body.” She started licking Li-ping’s clitoris.

Li-ping’s head was swimming from the still-potent Nigrovum, her moans expressing how high she was; her pussy was buzzing from the virtuosity of Camilla’s jiggling tongue. I can’t believe I’m letting a lesbian lick me, Li-ping thought; but I like it! She came, and Camilla lapped up the sweet secretion.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps come into the room. Two masked men took one of the naked white men over to the cooks. “Take him,” one of the masked men said to the cooks; he also gave the cooks a glass filled with the naked man’s come mixed with grass. “Get everything ready in thirty minutes.” The masked men came back into the dining room and found the two girls lying on the floor. “What are you doing here? Get up and come with us.” The girls followed them out of the dining room and down the stairs to basement two.

Camilla saw the word VIOLENCE written in blood in big letters on a wall. Varese’s Offrandes, for soprano and chamber orchestra, could be heard playing on a speaker in the room. Acts of sodomy were everywhere in the room: a naked black man, a naked white man, and the Asian were being fucked in the ass by, respectively, the aboriginal, a black man, and the third white man; these last three in turn were being sodomized by masked men. The first three naked men were also sucking three masked men’s cocks as they were receiving cock in their asses. Though none of the naked men were gay, or even remotely bisexual, their drugged stupor made them strangely unconcerned with what was being done to them. Besides, their prostates were getting a marvellous massage. Nigrovum worked in mysterious ways…

Camilla, getting turned on by what she was seeing, wanted to continue watching the gay sex, but the masked men had her and Li-ping continue walking with them. As they continued walking through the room, she saw more anal sex. Dora and Sandy were also being sodomized by masked men, respectively, by Lewis and one of the coprophiliacs who’d smelled Sandy’s farts in the ‘examination’ room; neither woman, of course, knew who was behind them, and the men liked that. As with the six naked men, the Nigrovum desensitized them to what they were experiencing. Her head swaying from side to side from being still high as a kite, Sandy inhaled and exhaled heavily as she felt her man’s long, thick cock rhythmically slide deep inside and pull half-way out of her greased asshole.

This being her first anal fuck, it shocked and humiliated her, but the sensation was strangely pleasurable. Dora, too, was getting used to anal, even enjoying it a little, in spite of how degraded she felt. Both women reminded themselves of the fortune they were promised, and how it would deliver their loved ones from a grim future.

Camilla saw TV screens all around with with images of people committing suicide; there were also snuff films. The masked men fucking the naked people blasphemed and shouted obscenities at them: every loud curse made Camilla jump from being startled. She also heard the soprano from the Varese composition sing these disturbing words: “les femmes assassines”. “OK,” she said to herself, “this party shit isn’t fun anymore.”

“Camilla and Li-ping,” a masked man said. “You two must go down to basement three. Follow me.”

Still fighting as hard as she could against the intoxication, Camilla asked, “Where’s my friend, Candice? Where’s Calina?”

“They’re both on basement three,” he said as they all went down the stairs.

In the main room on basement three, the word FRAUD was written in big letters in gold on one of the walls. Varese’s orchestral work Ameriques was heard on a loudspeaker, while the words of the ceremony continued to be heard on an intercom.

“Church fraud is the evil of our day,” the High Priest said. “The clergy has always been guilty of simony, of selling religious artifacts to gullible believers. Christians are the real false prophets they warn us of. They are our sorcerers and corrupt politicians. They are all thieves and hypocrites. Satan will boil the clergy and Pope in a lake of hot pitch; they’ll be bitten by snakes for practicing their false religion. Hail, Satan!”

Camilla could hear more clearly what was being said, being now more successful at fighting off the drug’s effects, out of sheer willpower. Her Catholic sensibilities were offended by the High Priest’s words.

The masked men took her and Li-ping into a dungeon in which Candice was tied up spread-eagle: a masked man was whipping her back with a cat o’nine tails. “Hey!” Camilla said slurring words. “What are you doing to Candice?”

“The same as what we’re doing to you,” a masked man answered as he, aided by three other masked men, tied Camilla up by the arms and legs, standing spread-eagle like Candice. Camilla knew she wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight the men even without having been drugged, so it was useless even to try. Li-ping was tied up the same way immediately after. “You three girls wandered off during our ritual, against our wishes” he continued. “You must be punished for your disobedience.”

“Wait!” Camilla shouted. “We never agr–” Her protest was interrupted by a lash of a cat o’nine tails on her back. She screamed in pain. Another masked man started whipping Li-ping. Still submissive to the Nigrovum, she felt largely immune from any pain. “Don’t hurt her!” Camilla shouted.

More lashes on Camilla’s back silenced her. All three women’s backs had stripes of dripping crimson blood, which their tormentors licked up greedily between lashings.

“Why are you licking off my blood, you sick bastards?” she yelled. “Ah!” she screamed to another lashing.

“To have your sacred Nigrovum in our own blood,” her whipper said. “To make us more powerful.” He licked her back again, up in a line parallel with her spine.

Again, these words disturbed her. After having given each girl forty lashes, and licking off all the blood before seeing Camilla’s wounds begin to heal, the men stopped. Her pain also ended with surprising speed. She remembered what Dr. Singh had told her about his quickly healing wounds. Was he right about the ‘microscopic black eggs’? Was Nigrovum a disease, or a blessing? She, too, had become a miraculously quick healer! Perhaps there would be other powers the Nigrovum would give her; the masked men talked about gaining power from it–why couldn’t she also? Maybe this power could help her get out of this, as it increasingly seemed to her, death trap.

TVs in the dungeon showed violent movies with scenes of dismemberment: Commando, with Schwarzenegger cutting off a soldier’s arm; Monty Python and the Holy Grail–the scene with the Black Knight having his arms and legs hacked off; Caligula, the ending, showing a man being decapitated when the emperor is being stabbed to death; and Jaws–the scene when the shark kills a man, and his dismembered leg is seen floating on the water. Another TV showed the scene from The Exorcist, when Regan’s head turns all the way around and she says in Burke’s voice, “You know what she did? Your cunting daughter?”

Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine, all still high, entered the room from the other side after receiving great sex from, respectively, Clarence, the aboriginal, and masked Hank (though Jasmine didn’t know it was him). The girls went up to the flogging masked men to talk to them.

Knowing none of these women really liked them, their libertine hosts could smell an obvious attempt to curry favour, and be treated better. “We punish flatterers here!” said the masked man who’d whipped Camilla. Picking up Jasmine, he said. “You have to come with us!” The other two masked men picked up Calina and Vicky. The three girls were taken into another room.

“Where are they taking Jasmine?” Candice slurred.

“We’re finding out,” Camilla said, using all her strength and willpower to pull her hands out of their tight binding. Since her pain now disappeared quickly, she was encouraged to endure the burning friction of the rope; also, she found that her willpower was giving her extra strength. This must have been the Nigrovum, she thought; with this encouragement, she was sure she’d get herself and her friends out of this hell of a house, and soon.

As she continued struggling and hoping to get herself, Candice, and Li-ping free before more masked men came into the room, Camilla thought about the fraud that was this party. These Satanists are the false prophets, she thought; their new world order isn’t going to be born if I can help it. Corrupt, pandering politicians: that mayor and those crooked cops! Candice was right to have me hide from them back in Luvlee’s. Why’d I have to get fired? And where’s all that money those men promised us? I bet there isn’t any. Thieves and hypocrites, insulting my Church! They’re much worse than the most corrupt clergy!

Finally, she freed one hand, and rushed to untie the other, nervously watching the door to see if the masked men would return. “Liars,” she said as she freed her other hand. “Just like my mom when she lied about my dad, saying he was the bad parent, when she was!” Now almost completely sobered up through her willpower, she bent over and started untying her left foot. “Please, maskies, don’t come back.” Freeing both feet, she went over to Li-ping and untied her, then Candice. She led both doped-up girls over to the door the masked men went out with Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine.

Slowly and carefully, Camilla opened the door: no masks were there in the dark hallway. She got the staggering girls to follow her in. They got to an ajar door; Camilla could hear some ‘maskies’ laughing, and she could hear slushing sounds. She looked through the crack of the door: Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine had each been dumped, feet first, into a huge barrel of shit! They were obviously still too intoxicated to know what had been done to them. The three ‘masks’ took Vicky and Jasmine out, washed them off with a hose, and brought them towards the door, walking out of the room and leaving the door open. They walked down the hall and into another room, away from where Camilla was hiding: they never saw her. “Where do I get my good luck from? Nigrovum?” she asked herself. “Why’d they leave Calina here? Oh, well: I’ll get her out. You girls wait here.”

Camilla raced into the room. “C’mon, Calina, I’m getting you out of here.” Calina’s arms weren’t in the shit, so that made it easier for Camilla, who tried her best not to vomit from the smell, to get the wasted Russian out of the shit barrel. She got Calina out and hosed her clean as quickly and thoroughly as she could. “C’mon, girl: you’re coming with me.”

“I’m coming?” Calina asked with a lewd smile.

“Not that meaning,” Camilla said. “Let’s go.”

After getting Calina out of that room and back in the hall with Candice and Li-ping, Camilla led the girls to where the masks had taken Jasmine and Vicky. She opened a door leading to stairs going down to basement four. “Is this where those bastards took Jasmine and the native girl?” Camilla asked herself.

“Jasmine?” Candice asked in slurs. “Where are you?”

“We’ll find her, sweetie,” Camilla said, and they all went down the stairs. “Fuck, it’s cold down here.” Seeing the other doped-up girls blissfully unaware of the cold, she whispered, “I almost wish I was still high.”

She approached the door at the foot of the stairs, and slowly opened it a bit to see inside. On a wall in the dark, torchlit room was the huge word TREACHERY written in frozen blood. “Treachery is right,” she whispered. “This is a house of treachery.” She heard screams, like those of someone being stabbed. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “Girls, stay here.” She went in, hugging her nakedness as best she could to lessen the freezing cold.

She saw naked Clarence, sobering up and shivering in the freezing room. “Damn, it’s fuckin’ cold!” he shouted.

She went up beside him. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“The masked dudes took me and some of the other naked dudes and girls up a tunnel outside so we could whack off on the grass in a forest,” he said, “They said they were makin’ more of that drink with our come. Brrr!”

“A tunnel leading outside?” she asked in hopeful surprise. “Where?”

“It’s a hidden way out, with a secret door right here in this room, if you can feel your way around in the dark and find it,” he explained. “They call it ‘Satan’s Tail’.”

“Satan’s Tail?” She remembered what that Frenchman had said in the ‘examination room’.

“Meat is always frozen before it is cooked,” a mask said as he walked into the room. Camilla quickly hid behind a chair. There was a baseball bat lying against the wall where she was hiding. The masked man took Clarence with him; they were going towards a kitchen, which was much warmer. She picked up the bat, snuck up behind the mask, and hit him hard on the head, killing him.

“We’re all getting outta here,” she said. “But I agree, let’s warm up in there a bit.” She took the phone and bat with her and followed Clarence into the room, which was a large kitchen.

The slow, sombre Varese composition Un grand sommeil noir, for soprano and piano, was heard on a speaker. There was a big table in the middle, covered in blood. Dora, still high, sat on a chair next to it, and a cook was on the other side of the kitchen with his back to the naked people.

“What’s with the blood…?” Clarence asked.

“Shh!” Camilla said as quietly as she could. When they got closer to the table, they saw glasses with more Nigrovum, and dismembered arms, legs, and male and female torsos! The decapitated heads of Sandy, Vicky, and Jasmine were boldly on display on the counter by the cook, who was gutting Sandy’s torso, and putting her guts in a meat pie he was preparing to bake for all the masked men! Another finished meat pie had just been taken out of the oven! They could smell the gas on the stove still on.

Every hair on Camilla’s and Clarence’s bodies was standing on end, even more so than they were in the freezing room. Clarence, trying desperately to keep his cool, took the baseball bat from Camilla, who was trying to keep from vomiting. The noise she was making caused the cook to turn around; Clarence clubbed him over the head with the bat, killing him. He ran over to get Dora, then they ran out of the kitchen with Camilla.

They ran back into the freezing room, where four masks had brought Calina, Candice, and Li-ping.

“Oh, shit!” Clarence said.

“What are you doing?” a mask demanded.

“Saving ourselves,” Camilla said, having grabbed a torch from one of the walls.

The masks came at her and Clarence. He swung his bat at a mask and hit him hard, knocking him down. Camilla pointed her torch at another mask, setting his arm on fire. He screamed and ran into the kitchen.

Clarence and Camilla continued swinging their bat and torch at the other two masks. The other naked girls were sobering up, Candice especially; and she frantically looked for a door leading to some kind of escape.

“Feel around the walls, Candice!” Camilla yelled. “There’s a secret entrance to a tunnel leading outside!”

“Really?” Candice said, feeling around the wall near the word TREACHERY.

“Oh, shit,” said one of the masks. “Stop her before she finds Satan’s Tail!” Camilla kept swinging her torch at him and the other mask to stop them from getting near Candice.

The mask whose arm was on fire raced for the kitchen sink; he was too frantic about putting out the fire to pay attention to the stove gas still being on, and when he got too close, a huge explosion blew him across the room, killing him. The whole kitchen was on fire.

Clarence hit the other two distracted masks with the bat. Candice, still feeling around the walls, finally found the secret entrance: the door, hidden in the dark wall, swung open. “I found it!” she shouted.

“Satan’s Tail!” Camilla said. C’mon, guys! Let’s get out of here!”

As Camilla, Candice, and Clarence got the other three girls to the tunnel entrance, they heard feet coming down the stairs. “Oh, God: they’re coming!” Candice said. “Hurry, guys: get in there!”

All the girls got into the tunnel, and Clarence was the last to get in. Five masks rushed into the room. “Oh, shit!” one of them said. “They found Satan’s Tail: they’re getting away!”

“You damn right, assholes!” Clarence said as he rushed through the doorway, closing the door and bolting it with the bat. He ran like hell after the other girls through the long, upward-sloping tunnel.

The masks were banging at the door to open it, with no success. One of them took out his cell-phone and called another mask up on the ground floor. “Hurry! Some of the victims are escaping through Satan’s Tail. The kitchen on basement four is on fire, and the fire is spreading quickly! Get some people to find the girls: I think Camilla is among them. Help us control this fire: we’re gonna die down here!”

The tunnel lead up to the surface in a slow, gradual slope. Eventually the six naked people came to an opening in the ground, which was right in the middle of the forest.

When they all got out, they weren’t safe yet: masks were already outside the house, racing for the forest, where they knew their victims would be. Camilla dialled Bob’s number on the cell-phone she’d stolen. “Bob?” she said. “It’s Camilla. I’m out in a forest near Grouse Mountain. Please come out and meet me here. I’m in danger!”

“Wait! Whoa!” Bob said, waking up. “It’s almost four in the mor…”

“Shut up and listen!” she said. “Crazy men are trying to kill us! Get over here in your van as fast as you can!”

“Kill ‘us’?” he asked.

“Yes. I went to this sex party with a bunch of strippers…it’s a long story. I’ll explain later. Just hurry!”

“How will I find you in a forest in the dark?”

“We’re all naked: five girls, one black guy! The crazy men are wearing masks and black suits. Hurry!”

“OK,” he said, and hung up.

The naked sextet ran through the forest and hid in some bushes. The masks were getting closer.

“Don’t let them get away!” a mask shouted. “Camilla’s with them. She’s the sacrificial victim. She mustn’t escape!”

“Sacrificial victim?” Candice said. “Who are those sick bastards?”

Pointing their flashlights everywhere, the masks kept looking, with no success. “Where the hell are they?” one of them shouted.

“The house!” another shouted. “The fire is spreading everywhere! We can’t put it out! Fire fighters are coming. They aren’t in on our set-up; if they find any of the bodies, burned or unburned, they could tell any cops not on our payroll. We have to go back and destroy any evidence of spilled blood that we can find!”

“What about those girls? What about Camilla? We need her!” asked a third mask.

“Fuck them,” the second mask said. “If they tell anyone, it’s their word against ours. They’re naked and far from home. They’ve got nothing. Our cops will get ‘em and arrest ‘em sooner or later. Then we’ll get Camilla and do the ceremony all over again. If she’s grown stronger from the Nigrovum, we’ll drug her with a stronger dosage next time. C’mon!” The masks went back to the house.

“Whew,” Camilla said. “Now we just need Bob’s van to get here.”

“What’s the address of the mansion?” Candice asked.

“Wait a minute,” Camilla thought. “Oh yeah: 1111 Morse Road.”

“I love your photographic memory, Camil,” Candice said.

“I’ll call Bob again and tell him,” Camilla said. She did.

“Good,” he said as he was driving through Vancouver. “I know that area. I did some photo shoots out there half a year ago. I’ll be there as fast as I can: I’m running red lights and everything.”

He arrived and found them all in twenty minutes. He got out of his van, opened the side door for them, and went back to the driver’s seat. The naked six emerged from the bushes: Bob was in awe of the nude beauty he saw. Camilla, Candice, Calina, and Clarence, all insouciant of their nudity, just casually got in. Li-ping and Dora, being more modest, had their hands covering their chests and pubes as they got in. Bob drove them away just as the fire engines arrived.

Camilla sat next to Li-ping; Calina sat next to Clarence; and Candice sat next to Dora.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Camilla said with her arm around Li-ping. “It’s all over.”

On Friday night after Club Ritz closed, Camilla and Candice were walking out in the parking lot behind the strip joint, on their way to Candice’s car. Since Camilla, in her skin-tight black outfit and matching high heels, hadn’t shared Candice’s bed in two weeks, she chose to sacrifice going home with a man for the sake of her lonely friend’s pussy. Candice was wearing a shimmering crimson evening gown, black underwear, and black high heels. Both girls were brightly made up, as usual, and had their Nigrovum-black hair, eyes, and pale skin–their Nigrovum-inspired ‘Goth girl’ look.

Suddenly, five men appeared from several hiding places behind the cars. No one else was in the parking area, so it was safe for the men to attack. The leader of the men was Sam, who was still resentful about how Camilla had snubbed her during their dates. With him were three young white customers who’d each enjoyed many lap-dances from Camilla that night, but weren’t given a chance to sleep with her. The fifth man was her classmate in Dr. Martin’s class, the one she gave her come-soaked panties to and used Nigrovum to stop him from pursuing her. The men surrounded the girls.

“What do you creeps want?” Candice demanded in an angry voice that failed to hide her fear.

“Yeah,” said Camilla’s classmate. “I love how that black outfit hugs those titties and ass.”

“And you with the red dress on,” said one of the other three men. “I’m gonna tear that thing off and fuck you till next week.”

“Camilla?” Candice whispered in terror.

“I’ve got this,” Camilla said, already concentrating, summoning the psychic power of Nigrovum to her aid. “Don’t worry.” She could feel it vibrating throughout her body, getting her every muscle ready.

The men started slowly closing in on the girls. “You’ve got this,” her classmate said, pointing at her camel-toe, which was well-lit by a nearby streetlight. “And we wanna have this.”

Camilla could have visualized those tiny stars shining in the men’s ears, deafening them with that piercing ringing sound, and bringing them to their knees, as she had done to Mrs. Holland in her husband’s office washroom. Or Camila could have used her psychic powers to get each man’s cock and balls in a tight death grip, as she’d done with gossipy Tom in that same office. But that would have been ridiculously easy.

Instead, Camilla wanted to see if Nigrovum could improve her abilities at tae kwon do. She kicked off her high heels.

Quickly and intensely, she focused her visualization on the fight scene in Iron Man 2, when Black Widow took out a group of male attackers. In her skin-tight black suit, and given the situation she and Candice were in, Camilla didn’t need to use very much imagination.

“Why are your eyes closed, Camil?” Candice said in terror.

“‘Cause she’s scared,” Sam said. “She can’t look.”

Camilla’s classmate was the first to attack: when he got to her, she opened her eyes and gave him a low roundhouse kick inside, hitting him sharply in the balls. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Then Sam came at her, while the other three men grabbed Candice and pulled her dress off.

“Camilla! Help!” she yelled.

“Just a minute,” Camilla said, feeling the Nigrovum flowing through her, even taking control of her body. Never taking her eyes off of Sam, she asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“This is for givin’ me the cold shoulder, two dates in a row,” he said. “This is the big payback!”

“You’re not my type. Sorry,” she said, throwing a kick that Sam dodged.

“You too slow, bitch,” he said. “You may know karate, but I know c-razy!” He grabbed her by the left shoulder, ripping her outfit down almost to her tit.

“Sorry, James Brown, no payback for you,” she said, giving him a front kick in the chest and making him fly into a wall–he was knocked out. He hadn’t let go of her outfit’s material, so it ripped off, revealing her left tit. “Fuck! I liked this outfit. Now I have to buy a new one.”

Her classmate got up and licked his lips at her exposed tit. Remembering her wicked kick, though, he chickened out and ran away.

“If you want pussy, look in the mirror,” she yelled.

“Camilla!” Candice screamed.

“Coming,” Camilla said, running to the three men on Candice, whose black panties were being pulled down her kicking legs.

Camilla reached the guy pulling down her panties and gave him a semi-circular roundhouse kick in the gut, knocking him to the ground. The other two men, startled by her surprising abilities as a fighter, let go of Candice, turned around, and faced Camilla.

That first of the three men knew a bit of martial arts, too, and he got up and tried kicking her in the torso: she blocked his leg with a single forearm block; then he tried throwing a punch–she deflected that with a palm block. Immediately after that, she kicked him in the balls, making him buckle to the ground.

The last two, remembering the sweetness of the exposed tit that they had enjoyed fondling just a half hour before in one of Club Ritz‘s private rooms, ran at her. She jumped up with a scissor kick, hitting them both in the face and knocking them to the ground. When she did the kick, her tights split all along where her pussy and ass-crack were. All her yummy parts were exposed, except her right tit.

Candice had put her clothes back on by now, and she got out her keys and ran to her car. “C’mon, Camil,” she yelled. “Let’s get outta here before they come to!”

Camilla grabbed her shoes and purse, and ran to the car. She got in just as Candice was starting the engine, and they drove away.

“My hero,” Candice said with shaking hands on the steering wheel, but feeling both relieved and very horny. “My superhero.”

“My pleasure,” Camilla said. “Though I’m gonna have to buy a new set of black tights. Fuck!”

“I think you look kinda hot that way, actually,” Candice said. As they went down a lonely road, she took a quick look down at Camilla’s crotch. “Ooh, look at that yummy pussy. I’m glad I shaved it for you this afternoon.”

“Do you think I should wear this outfit onstage, all ripped and everything?”

“Sure. You’ll drive everybody wild; I’m getting wet just looking at you. Let’s just hope you don’t have to fight off any more guys like you did tonight. You sure gave those guys a licking, and you’re getting one as soon as we get in my bedroom.” Candice licked her lips. “I knew you’d had some more tae kwon do lessons last July, in case those Satanists attacked us again; but how’d you get so good at it so quickly?”

“Nigrovum, of course. I can’t believe I actually did a scissor kick; that’s an advanced move. I’ve only seen people do that in movies, and I did it perfectly on my first try. Nigrovum can make me do anything: it’s made me a fuckin’ goddess!” Camilla’s hair was all dishevelled again, not so much from the fight, but from the Nigrovum. She also had that wild-eyed look, the one she’d had after attacking Mrs. Holland.

“Don’t let yourself get overcome with your own power, OK?”

Totally ignoring Candice’s warning, Camilla continued: “Ever since those punks in Vancouver tried to rape me–remember, when I was running around naked that one night–I’d wanted to resume my tae kwon do lessons. No need for lessons now, thanks to my tiny black ovoid alien friends, swimming around in my blood.”

Ten minutes later, they were inside Candice’s apartment, rushing to her bed. Camilla didn’t even bother taking off her tights, since she knew Candice liked the way she looked, and her tit, pussy, and asshole were all accessible to her friend’s lips, tongue, and fingers. Candice took off her dress and shoes while Camilla got on the bed, lying on her back. Leaving her black underwear on, Candice got on the bed and on top of Camilla.

“My hero,” Candice sighed, kissing Camilla softly on the lips. Camilla put her arms around Candice, hugging her tightly. They started French-kissing, and Candice gently squeezed both of Camilla’s tits. “My superhero.”

Candice moved down to Camilla’s exposed tit and wrapped her lips around the dark nipple. As she sucked away, Candice put her hand on Camilla’s vulva, briefly stroking her clitoris. Then she slid her long finger inside Camilla’s vagina, tickling her G-spot. Camilla, always sighing and moaning, ran her fingers through Candice’s black hair.

Candice then brought her head down between Camilla’s legs and started licking her hard clitoris. Both her index and long fingers were in Camilla’s wet cunt now, the former stimulating her G-spot and the latter gently poking at her A-spot. Camilla’s sighs grew into squeals. She looked down at the former redhead who was eating her out; their eyes locked, and Camilla delighted at seeing the lewd smile on Candice’s face.

Candice pushed Camilla’s legs up over her so she could get access to her asshole. Candice’s fingers continued probing Camilla’s now-soaking pussy, and her tongue was vibrating against Camilla’s anus. Then Candice’s fingers and tongue switched places: her index finger gently poked its way inside Camilla’s rectum while her tongue reached inside Camilla’s cunt, feeling for her G-spot. Candice exhaled heavily, since her nose was resting against Camilla’s clit and her breathing would stimulate it.

Candice sucked on Camilla’s right labium while her finger probed all around Camilla’s rectal walls, stimulating her vaginal walls indirectly. She sensed that Camilla would come in the next few seconds, so she let go of the labium, opened her mouth wide, and waited for the waterfall. It then gushed out, and Candice swallowed every drop. Camilla was screaming in whistle register, then as she calmed down, her screams went in a decrescendo into softer, lower-pitched sighs.

Candice got up and lay beside her lover, holding her close. Camilla put her arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” Camilla said.

“My pleasure,” Candice said. “I owed you that; I love you.”

Camilla said nothing.

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On Saturday night at Club Ritz, Father Josiah walked in, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. He saw Candice and walked up to her.

“Yeah. I want to save her, from herself,” he sobbed. “Then I can redeem myself before God.”

“I want to save her from herself, too. This power of hers is driving her mad. She actually thinks she’s a goddess. That’s so nuts!”

“She’s made an idol of herself: monstrous. Even more monstrous–do you know who she’s in love with?” He looked at Candice, hoping she’d remember the other embarrassing sexual union of that party in Agape’s house.

Remembering that night well, Candice felt her black hair stand on end. Had Camilla done what she did deliberately?

Suddenly, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, nude Camilla came out of the private room with Ted Weinstein, the man at the CBC.

“See you Tuesday night at Giovanni’s, Ted,” she said as he walked toward the front door of the strip joint. Then she gave Josiah an icy stare. “And I won’t see you at Mass tomorrow…or ever again.”

“Camilla, take it easy,” Candice said.

The priest sadly turned around and followed Ted toward the way out, crying even louder.

“I won’t,” he sobbed, then left. He could feel the Nigrovum weighing him down.

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On Sunday night, black-haired, blue-eyed Camilla watched a DVD of Watchmen with Agape.

Watching Nite Owl II and Silk Spectre II take out the thugs in the alley, then fight the prison inmates so they could free Rorschach, Camilla thought with pride about how she’d protected Candice against Sam, her classmate, and those other three would-be rapists.

“I’m so amazing,” Camilla said. “Fighting off those guys.”

“You’d be a lot more amazing in my eyes if you’d start coming to church again,” Agape said.

“Oh, I don’t wanna go anymore, Daddy.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“I just don’t. I think I’m losing my faith. Sorry.”

Hearing her say that didn’t ease his suspicions about what she had been doing while he was sleeping. Still, he didn’t want to accuse her without proof, and however unlikely her story was about him always falling asleep during their parties, and dreaming about fucking Carrie (with a teenager’s body and nymphomaniac horniness), he clung to a belief in it; because the ever more apparent alternative explanation was simply too unthinkable for him…

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Camilla didn’t put up any psychic barriers that night, for she, all overconfident, wanted to take on all the evil incubi in a fight.

“Warriors, come out and play-ay.” she sang, then went to sleep.

Naked, she found herself with Li-ping, Akemi, and Calina–also naked–in basement four of the burning mansion, with the masked Satanists. The flames surrounding her and the masked men offset the cold in the room. The men were in a circle surrounding her and the girls.

“Let’s fuck,” one of the masked men said.

“Forever, and ever, and ever,” said another, laughing.

They came at the girls. Camilla punched and kicked, and blocked the punches and kicks of the masked men as best she could; and though she knocked down many of them, they soon overpowered her and the three other girls. What at first looked like only about a dozen of them soon turned into an endless sea of them!

What caused her to lose the fight wasn’t so much her limited fighting ability, or even how hopelessly outnumbered she was: to tell the truth, her acquiescent lust welcomed the masked men’s cocks.

They got her on the floor on her back, and a masked man put his cock in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. The other masked men just watched, laughed their eerie laughs, and waited their turn.

As she was getting gang-banged, she looked up at them; as she looked up from the one in her pussy to the one she was blowing, she no longer saw a mask. Now, it was Grisham she was blowing. Then she looked down at the man fucking her pussy, for his cock suddenly felt different; this was no longer a masked man, but Alex, thrusting aggressively inside her and smiling maliciously. Then she looked over at who was fucking her ass, for that cock now felt different. Instead of seeing a mask, she saw the face of Mr. Leroy. She came.

The illogic of a dream allowed her to be able to see the faces of all the men while having a cock in her mouth. The cock in her mouth now felt different: she looked up, and saw that Mr. Langella had replaced Mr. Grisham. Then the cock in her pussy felt different: she looked down, and instead of seeing Alex’s bitter face, she saw the bitter face of Mr. Baker. She came again.

Because her lovers were spirits, they could switch so quickly that it was as though one lover metamorphosed into the next. Now the cock in her ass was suddenly different: no longer was Mr. Leroy fucking her in the ass; Wayne was. She felt a new cock in her mouth–M. Larre’s. Then the cock in her pussy changed: now Dr. Davis was fucking her. All the while the grotesque laughs of the masked men could be heard. As frightening as that laughing was, her sexual excitement made her all but oblivious to the ominous sound. She came a third time.

Next, her asshole wasn’t being stretched out as wide as before, for Wayne’s big cock was replaced by Mr. Chen’s smaller one. Then the cock in her cunt changed from Dr. Davis’ to Miles’. M. Larre’s cock came out of her mouth, and he came on her face. No new cock went in her mouth, so she was free to scream from the pleasure of feeling Miles’ cock pumping in her dripping wet pussy. She came a last time, screaming in whistle register.

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Also in bed, Agape woke up at the sound of that whistle register scream. He remembered hearing screams like that during his ‘dreams’ with Carrie (as Camilla called them). Then he remembered hearing Carrie scream like that during some of his recent lovemaking with her, and he used that to ease his worries. He went back to sleep.

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Now Camilla was squatting over Mr. Hanson’s face, pissing on it. He happily received her golden juice as it splashed off his nose, cheeks, and eyes.

Then she felt Li-ping’s pussy come down on her face; she began licking it. Akemi didn’t seem to mind licking Camilla’s pussy, which was soaked with her urine. Calina was giving Camilla a rim-job.

Li-ping came, and Camilla lapped up the ooze dripping from the Taiwanese girl’s pussy. Then Camilla looked down, hoping to see Akemi’s face; but instead, she saw Ms. Callahan licking her instead! Shocked, Camilla came on her hated teacher’s face.

Callahan got up, spitting the come out in disgust. “Eww!” she shouted. “It’s this come that got me down here in the first place, you bitch.”

“Fuck you, Callahan,” Camilla said.

More of the masked men came at her, shoving their huge cocks inside her still soaking wet cunt, asshole, and mouth; and they started fucking, and fucking, and fucking. She looked around herself: she was no longer in basement four of the burning mansion; she was floating on top of the water of a huge aquarium. People were watching her get fucked by–it seemed to them–invisible lovers. There were cameras and reporters from countries all around the world.

She came, in a huge explosion of desire: her gushing came out in a quickly expanding ring of light, just like the energy reactors Adrian Veidt helped Dr. Manhattan make in the movieWatchmen. These rings of light smashed the glass of the aquarium, causing the people watching to be submerged in all the water, mixed with her come. The people all drowned.

A couple of weeks had passed since I had accepted my sexuality. I truly loved cock, and Matt’s cock in particular. I wanted to spend my free time with it in my mouth, or hand, or slapping my face, ready to taste and eat its creamy cum. Sadly, Matt was out of town quite a bit, although he did have me over a few more times, where he let me suck him dry. I had become adept at bringing him to completion with my mouth and hand, and the last time I was able to jerk myself off while he came in my mouth. The mutual orgasm was probably the most incredible thing I had ever felt.

It was Saturday and I was checking my mail every few minutes as I knew Matt would return from another of his business trips today. Sure enough, he had written but I was stunned when I read it. Instead of inviting me over for another suck session, he was telling me that he had started a relationship with another guy and wanted to be faithful. I was crushed. I would never see, touch, or suck his delicious cock again. I asked if I could give him one last goodbye suck, desperation obvious in my tone, but he refused. He did tell me to keep seeking other men because I was a great cocksucker and I should get as much experience as possible. He then mentioned Craigslist and coming up with some personal fantasies, and that was the last I ever heard from Matt and his cock.

Late that night I called Janine on the computer. As I mentioned, we were drifting apart but I was suddenly lonely and vulnerable. She eventually answered but had forgotten to turn her video off. I immediately knew that I would be dumped twice in the same day. She had clearly been fooling around; her hair was mussed and she was flushed, a bra strap showing on one shoulder. I tried to break it off right away, but she beat me to the punch, telling me she met someone else and we were through. I told her to take care and signed off. I was far more upset about losing Matt’s cock than Janine and went to bed to mope, falling asleep and dreaming of sucking Matt off in front of everyone at work, waking with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of.

The next day I was in better spirits and decided to take Matt’s advice about fantasies and thought about some new things that I wanted to do with a guy. I loved sucking cock and had already eaten cum a few times as well as been the recipient of a full-on facial. Anal sex did not interest me, I was far more into orally pleasing the man and swallowing cum. I realized that Matt had never kissed me and I made that my first fantasy: to make out with another man. I also remembered how much I loved sucking and licking his cock while he was still wearing his briefs and wanted to make a man cum while he was wearing his underwear.

I continued to think about cocks and wondered what it would be like to be pissed on. I had done golden showers with a couple of women, but they never did it to me. I started to dream of being in a shower on my knees while a man streamed his piss all over me. That became my third fantasy. As I surfed the net looking for stories that would turn me on, I found a video where a guy ate a pizza while four other guys came on it. I thought that was incredibly hot and made cum-covered food fantasy number four. I then realized that since I loved cock so much, I would probably love two cocks even more. An all-guy threesome became my fifth and final fantasy. I resolved to spend the next couple of months finding guys who would help me become more experienced, fulfill my fantasies and forget Matt in the process.

The adult hookup site I had used to meet Matt still had my profile as straight, so I went to Craigslist as Matt suggested. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this was the mother lode – even in a place like Hong Kong, there were dozens of men looking for a bi or gay experience, every single day. I found one guy who was visiting and looking for another guy to come to his hotel for some fun. I replied to his ad, giving him my stats and a picture of my cock. He was quick to answer and in my reply, I asked him if he liked kissing. He was OK with that, and told me his hotel and room number. It all happened in less than an hour and I marveled at how many opportunities I had missed over the past few months. I had heard about problems with Craigslist but it turned out that most posts were from horny men who weren’t getting any at home and turned to bi sex to get off.

I arrived at his swanky hotel and went to his room without being noticed. It was a different experience that I had become used to with Matt as I had not even spoken to this man before. He opened the door quickly and motioned me in. I quickly realized that I had no idea what to do in this situation. Whereas with Matt, we had discussed our plans beforehand and he had prepared, this time I wasn’t sure who would make the first move. I didn’t even know this guy’s name. While I stood there like an idiot, he had moved to the bed. I finally got a look at him. About 40, balding, not unattractive but nothing compared to Matt. He was wearing a hotel-issue bathrobe that was quite long, covering most of his body. I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue, but from the way he was looking at me I could tell that he liked what he saw. I knew that many women found me good-looking, but I never thought myself attractive to members of the same sex.

He motioned me to the bed, so I took off my shoes and hopped up next to him, unsure of what would transpire but not strong enough to run away. He immediately began rubbing my crotch. I tried to relax but I was really nervous; I had gotten myself into a situation where I wasn’t in control. He must have sensed my anxiety because he asked if I was OK. I muttered something about being new to this and he smiled, telling me to lie back and relax. He then undid my jeans, sliding them off my legs and tossing them on the chair next to the bed. My cock wasn’t hard yet but he continued to rub it as he kissed my chest and stomach. He was enjoying himself as he slowly moved his tongue down my body, using his teeth to remove my underwear. He gazed at my hardening cock with unbridled lust, telling me how beautiful it was, before putting it in his mouth and beginning to suck. I lay there for 20 minutes with a complete stranger giving me head, my mind thinking about how weird my life had become rather than appreciating the effort this man was expending on my account. He didn’t seem to mind though, gleefully teasing my dick with his tongue. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or suck him, so I didn’t offer, allowing him to continue pleasuring me. I couldn’t say I was enjoying it, with the memories of my experience with Matt still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but Matt was the perfect teacher. He wasn’t pushy, was attractive with a great cock, and helped me overcome my initial shame with some words of encouragement. Was this what he had led me to with his advice about Craigslist and fantasies? I wondered if he would be disappointed in how quickly I had moved into this world.

Finally, Baldy (he had never told me his name, which I soon discovered was an unwritten rule in these anonymous encounters) stopped sucking me and looked up. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. By now his bathrobe and come loose, but it was still covering his dick. I reached over and lifted the bathrobe. When I saw what he had, my reservations were cancelled. It was enormous, probably 10 inches long, thick, red, with a huge, leaking mushroom head. It reminded me of cocks I had seen in those porno movies. I looked at him and nodded silently. I opened the bathrobe fully and kissed his chest and nipples as my hand stretched to grab his cock. I moved up to his shoulders when he pulled me close to him and kissed me on my lips. His whiskers burned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back and moved my hand up to his head, cradling it as we began to make out. Our tongues touched and I found myself fulfilling my first fantasy. It didn’t bother me that he was older and balding, I was making out with another guy and I liked it. We kept kissing, deeply at first, then lightly, then with tongues. I could taste my cock as he probed me and found it a wonderful turn on. After a few minutes though, my face was raw with whisker burn and I moved away, turning my attention to his now throbbing member.

I went down on him, amazed at how this rather boring looking guy could have such a fantastic package. As I stretched my mouth around its girth, I realized that this was cock number 2 for me. I had trouble at first as I wasn’t used to such a thick rod, but I slowly got the hang of it and began to suck, moving my head up and down his dick. My inexperience left me unable to take the whole thing in my mouth, so I had to lick the end of his shaft to keep it wet. I also dove into his balls, which were hairy and musky and a new experience. But nothing could top his dick. I returned to it and spent the next 15 minutes eagerly sucking it while he watched me.

Suddenly he pulled out and told me to turn over. I quickly told him no anal, and he said not to worry. I did as I was told and he straddled my ass, jerking off. Suddenly he yelped and I felt his cum on my ass. It was a weird feeling, but he was obviously loving it. When he was done, he wiped his cum into my ass crack, and then lightly fingered my asshole with it. I was surprised by his actions, but not turned off. When he had satisfied himself, he turned me over and went back to sucking me. Within minutes I was ready and told him so. He stopped sucking me and got off the bed, onto his knees. “Face, face, face,” he grunted.

I stood up in front of him and began to jerk off, coming almost immediately. He moaned as my cum landed on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. As I finished, I sat back down on the bed, exhausted. He stayed on his knees, my cum dripping off his face and onto the floor. “You can go,” was all he said.

I wanted to shower, especially with his cum in my ass, but was forced to wash up quickly and get dressed. As soon as my boxers were on I could feel his cum dripping into them. He had not moved, staying on his knees with my cum slowly drying on his face. He told me to be quiet and quick on the way out as his co-workers were around. I checked the hallway through the peephole and when the coast was clear, opened the door and snuck out, without even saying goodbye.

My boxers were wet and I knew I smelled like sex, so I walked home, which was only 20 minutes or so. As I did, I reflected on my first anonymous encounter. I certainly had enjoyed some of it, particular my first giant cock, but the end result was not satisfying. I had loved Matt’s cock, but this unknown guy was just a way for me to trying to get over losing it. I was on the rebound, and like all men on the rebound, I would take whatever I could get in order to regain my self-esteem.

2

I spent every evening that week on Craigslist, studying the ads. I had begun to think about my other fantasies and was jerking off regularly to them but there wasn’t anybody looking to do the same. On Friday night, I decided to post my own ad to see what I could find. I wrote about my underwear fetish and how I wanted to suck cock through a pair of dark, tight boxers. Within 15 minutes of the ad going live, I had two replies. One was a from a local Chinese guy, the other from a white guy who was visiting. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Asian men, so I replied to the white guy first. He said he would love for me to come by his hotel and help him shoot a load, so I asked him for a picture of him in his boxers. He sent one through with his cock clearly outlined in a tight pair of navy blue shorts. My mouth watered as soon as I laid eyes on it. I told him what I wanted to do and he invited me over, telling me the hotel and room number.

I hurried over, grabbing a taxi and racing to the elevator when I arrived. It was one of the classiest hotels in the city and he was on the 50th floor, clearly he worked for a big company with a lot of coin. I took the elevator up and found his room. Before I could knock, he opened the door and let me in. He was tall and good looking, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling in anticipation. A square jaw completed the picture. I was surprised that I wanted to kiss him, a feeling I had not experienced before.

He invited me in and offered me a drink from the mini-bar. I accepted a beer and we started to chat, again avoiding names. I admired the amazing view while we made small talk. It was surreal for me to think about why I was here. He obviously had done this before and was completely relaxed. He asked me if I was bi or gay, and how long I had been doing this sort of thing. I was truthful and told him about my fantasy while looking pointedly at his crotch, imagining the blue boxers hiding beneath his pants. He stood up and moved towards me on the other chair. I didn’t need any encouragement. I immediately got on my knees and undid his belt and fly. He slipped out of his trousers and took off his shirt, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs. His cock was not hard yet but I could see its shape inside his boxers. I put my hands on his ass and brought him close to my face. I loved the feeling of his cotton boxers and rubbed his bubble butt while I pushed my face into his crotch. I could smell his scent and inhaled deeply. I could feel his cock hardening and began to kiss it and lick it, making his boxers damp. I loved feeling his cock get harder and harder as I continued to press my mouth over its shape. He put his hands on my head and began to thrust his hips, face fucking me as best he could. By now his cock was rock solid and I could actually put the tip of it in my mouth as it tented his shorts. There was a lot of precum which I licked, trying to taste it. I closed my mouth around his tip and tried to suck it, my hands still on his ass. He kept thrusting, and his tip was in and out of my mouth, his boxers by now completely wet with his precum and my saliva.

I was truly enjoying this, and I wanted him to cum in his underwear so I could eat it. He continued to push and I realized he was thinking the same thing. I opened my mouth wide as he quickened his pace, his breath short. He grabbed my head and pulled me into him as he began to cum. There were no shots in my throat though, the cum just leaked through his boxers. I used my tongue to lick it off and swallow it as he continued to moan, holding me tight against him. As he finished, he let me go and I looked at what I had just done. There was still some cum that had snuck through, so I sucked it off. He took off his boxers, and I saw what a gorgeous cock he had, 7 inches of beauty glistening with leftover cum. Before I could get to that, he showed me the inside of his underwear, also covered in cum. I opened my mouth and he pushed his boxers inside, ensuring I got as much cum as I could. I loved his taste and the feeling of cotton on my tongue. I ate every drop.

When I was finished with his underwear, I returned my attention to his cock, not wanting that cum to go to waste, so I began to suck it, the third cock I had in my mouth in my life. Amazingly as I sucked he began to harden again. I grabbed his balls and began to give him a real blow job, but he pulled out, saying he wanted to piss first. I realized that I could fulfill two fantasies in one night and without thinking, asked him if he wanted to piss on me. He raised his eyebrows, surprised by my request, but he accepted. I took off my clothes and followed him into the bathroom.

The shower was set up with a mirror inside and I got inside and on my knees so I could watch myself get pissed on. He entered and asked me where he should point. I didn’t want to drink it, just for him to piss all over shoulders and chest. His cock was flaccid by now and he held against against my face for a second. I kissed the tip and moved back, watching the mirror as he let loose. His piss was warmer than I expected as it fell all over me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – myself on my knees in a shower in a hotel in Hong Kong, having a complete stranger pissing on me. It was over in 20 seconds and the smell of piss dominated the shower. Before I could get up though, he came closer and told me to suck him.

My knees were still resting in his piss as I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I could taste the last bit of his piss and it was very bitter, but it was quickly replaced by the deliciousness of his cock. He was still soft but as I began to suck, he got hard again very quickly. I began to touch my cock, feeling his piss in my pubes. I gave him a good long blow job, but the odor of his piss on my body and the floor became too strong to continue. I pulled his cock out and asked if we could clean up. He agreed and we showered together. I got in close and we washed each other’s backs, which was surprisingly erotic. As we turned to face each other, I leaned in to kiss him and was relieved that he responded. We stood in the shower kissing for a long time, our dicks touching. My need for cock got the better of me, so I returned to my knees and he turned off the shower. I began to suck him again and I guess he had enjoyed kissing me as he came almost immediately. I had no trouble gulping down this smaller second load. As my mouth gripped his cock, I could feel his jism pulsating through the shaft as it entered my throat. It was an unreal experience and one I wanted to repeat as soon as possible.

My still anonymous partner was spent and returned to the bed. I was more than happy to jerk off in his shower, content that I had eaten cum through underwear and been pissed on at the same time. After I came, I briefly showered again. When I went out to dress, he was snoring in his bed, still naked. I stared at him for a minute, wondering if I should take a picture of his great body, but decided against it. How could that be explained if it was found? Instead I quietly let myself out and headed home, tired but satisfied.

3

I still had two fantasies to achieve but already Matt was a distant memory. I had learned a lot about myself in the meantime. I finally admitted that I loved sucking cock, and I loved cum anywhere on my body, especially streaming down my throat. I couldn’t wait to eat something with another guy’s cum in it. With that in mind, I placed another ad on Craigslist a couple of days later, wondering if anybody wanted to feed me a slice of jizza or a cumburger. This didn’t seem to appeal to many others as nobody replied, even after several days.

I decided to focus on my threesome fantasy instead. I posted a second ad, this time giving as much detail as I could without being identified. I admitted to be new to this, very orally submissive, and looking to suck two cocks at once. I knew my stats were an advantage given how many people refused to post anything like that, so I added those too, along with a cock pic. Sure enough, I had a reply within an hour. Turned out two gay guys were visiting later in the week and were looking to explore with a newbie. We exchanged several emails where I told them what I wanted and they told me about themselves. Finally, they agreed to write as soon as they arrived.

I was so horny for the rest of the week, every day was torture until I could get home and jerk off. The Friday they were scheduled to arrive passed so slowly; I was counting the minutes until I could get over to their place. I checked my email and they had arrived a bit early and expected me as soon as possible. I immediately told my secretary I needed to leave early and headed over to their hotel, not quite as classy as the one I had visited earlier, but still decent and not one where I would be out of place had I been noticed. I walked up to their 5th floor room and knocked.

Ever since that night when my wife gave me head while she sat on the toilet taking a leak, the mere sound of her peeing starts a stirring in my cock. When she gets up in the middle of the night for a late night whiz, her stirring often wakes me a little. As I lay there in the stillness, I can hear her pad across the room to the bathroom, and I know in a matter of seconds I will hear those intoxicating chimes as her bladder releases and a stream of her hot urine sprays into the toilet bowl.

I will lay there hearing her and my mind flashes back to that night, standing in front of her, her hot mouth wrapped around my swollen rod as she swallowed my meat again and again, nearly gagging at times.

With thoughts like that it’s little wonder why, by the time she finishes and climbs back in bed to snuggle up to me again, she will find my erect cock poking her. And if she allows me, I go down on her like a “convict with his first pussy in years” as she put it. I wonder if she has figured out that when my head is between her legs those times, my mouth and tongue are extra frantic because I am passionately searching for any golden droplets she might have left behind, and I know if I can get my tongue up her still damp slit, I can push against her urethra and be treated to a hot drop or two.

The other night, as I am just finishing brushing my teeth, she walks in and hikes up her nightie and proceeds to take a quick pee. Her sigh of relief as her stream loudly slashed below her was driving me crazy.

As she finished up and stood next to me, I pointed out that every time she does that now, I remember the blow job she gave me while sitting in that very position and the wild sex we had that night and without even trying, my cock will begin to rise up in anticipation.

“Really?” She teased as she reached inside my robe, when her fingers came in contact with my swollen meat, she batted her eyes, “is that for me?”, her fingers circled my growing shaft and stroked it, “all this just because I peed in front of you? Let’s see what we can do about this.” Using my cock like a leash, she pulled me from the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Keeping her grip on my now fully erect tool, she lies back on the bed and pulls my cock in between her waiting and wide opened legs. One hand on my cock to guide it home, the other reached around to my ass and pulled me in deep. She let out a loud moan as my thickness filled her for the first time. “Ohh fuck baby, that’s the stuff,” her eyes locked with mine, “now fuck me baby. Fuck me hard.” She had kept her hand between us and was furiously rubbing her clit now. “Oh damn that dick is good”

Keeping her fingers working her stiff little digit, her free hand rose to my chest. Tracing her hand up my chest, her fingers found and circled around my sensitive nipple. Twisting and pulling it, she hissed through clenched teeth, “Damn, I love your dick honey….keep fucking me, keep fucking me…..” She was repeating that almost like a chant, “keep fucking me, keep fucking me…” With her squeezing my tit, and feeling her hand jump around between us, I was in absolute heaven. She was in rare form tonight, hitting all my triggers. She knew what turned me on, and she seemed to be doing each one.

I wondered what had gotten into her, she seemed to be trying to get to cum quickly, instead of the usual making sure she had at least an orgasm or two before letting me blow my load. She had a drawer full of toys at her disposal that she could use to finish herself off if she needed, but preferred my flesh and blood cock, fingers and tongue to get her off. Besides, she had told me with a wry smile on her face, my snoring would distract her.

It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingle start in my balls, and I knew my climax was approaching. I slowed down so I wouldn’t pop too quickly, but she had other motives. “Don’t you dare slow down lover. Keep fucking me baby. I want to feel that cock of yours fill me up with your hot cream. Cum for me baby, cum in my wet pussy….” Her hand between us never slowed, but she took her fingers from my nipple and ran them down my back and between my cheeks.

“Woah!” I exclaimed as her finger found it’s target. A little pressure on my sensitive little o-ring and I knew I would be shooting soon. “Baby, if you don’t be careful, you’re going to make me blow my load too quick.” I gasped.

That’s when I just surrendered to it. One final thrust and I drove my cock deep inside her wet folds and just let it go. I held myself as deep as I could as my dick twitched and shot it’s creamy load inside my wife’s pussy.

She locked her legs around my waist and dug her nails into my shoulders as I spasmed on top as well as inside her. She let out a soft squeal as I grunted out my orgasm. I stayed still for just a moment before starting to pull my softening prick from it’s slick, wet home.

“Oh nononono….stay inside…,” she whispered. I could feel her internal muscles gripping and releasing my diminishing cock over and over as if she were practicing her kegels using me as a squeeze toy. Not that I minded. It felt fabulous. “Oh baby…that was great.” Her hand still lay between us and only slightly stirred on her rosebud. Keeping time with her cunts grip on my dick as it continued to shrink. I could tell it was about to be expelled, and so must she have as well. She closed her eyes and seemed to prepare for a moment before her beautiful pink snapper clamped down with more force than I’d ever felt and my now fully limp and spent prick was expelled out of her wet snatch with a loud “Slurp!” Followed by what felt like a fair amount of the load I just shot inside her leaking out across my shaft and balls.

She squeezed me tight and shivered slightly, “oh damn, I just love that feeling.”

I kissed her deeply and told her, “I just love how much of a little freak you are. I am the luckiest guy to have such a kinky wife.” We lay there together for a while and I’m just about to slip off into sleep when she rolls over to face me.

“So, I got to know, what is it about me peeing that turns you on so much? I mean, is it just watching me, or do want to be peed on also? ‘Cause you sure seem to want to eat me out anytime I come back from the bathroom, and that last time, you even asked me to pee while you were licking me. And when I did, I swear you fucked me like a man possessed. But you said you get all hard even just hearing me go, so, what is it you like?”

“Well, I guess I like allot of it. This is all pretty new, so that’s a huge part of the turn-on, you sitting on the toilet with your panties down at your ankles, pussy all exposed, and your head is right at waist level? How could that NOT turn someone one? As far as the rest, I don’t know, there is something primal about your smell after you pee that just drives me wild. And when you leaked a bit last time, it really made me wonder what it would be like to just be peed on all over. Something about laying down while you squat over me and cover me in your pee just seems to be the ultimate in submission.”

“Well, then, follow me…” she says as she gets out of the bed and walks into the bathroom.

She stood in the shower, leaning in the corner with one foot up on the low shelf. Both hands rubbing her thighs and between her legs. “Hurry up and get over here, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” I stepped into the tiled shower, and dropped to my knees in front of her. I ran my hands up the back of her legs to her perfectly plump ass and quickly buried my face between her legs.

Her lips were still warm and sticky with our juices and I rubbed my mouth against them. Her flesh was hot, her hand dipped between her legs and she splayed open her lips with two fingers, “lick me” she said whispered. I put my tongue out and made contact with her folds directly at her taint. With one long, maddeningly slow pull, I dragged my tongue across her sex, up to her exposed clit where I wrapped my lips around it and sucked at it, flicking the tip of my tongue across it’s slick surface. “Oh, shit!” She jumped a little and pushed my head down an inch or two, “not yet honey, just get back down there. Lick me. Oooohhhh, that’s the shit. Lick it nice and deep. Work that fucking tongue like a cock and slide it up inside….oohh fuck! Yes! Like that. That’s good….” She carried on a bit as I ran my squirming tongue across her wet, pink folds of flesh. Sliding up inside her, licking across her thighs, covering every inch of her crotch from her tight backdoor to as close to her rosebud as she would allow.

She massaged her breast with one hand while the fingers of the other kept her nether lips held as wide as possible. So wide, that at a certain point, I realized that for the first time in my life, I was looking directly at her urethra. I flattened my tongue and lovingly pulled it across her little slit. Her body shivered and she let out an audible gasp, “Oh god….” And at that moment, she lost control and could not hold it any longer. It began as a trickle, and then became a full stream shooting out from the pink folds. The stream hit me directly on the tongue at first, and I opened my mouth to catch as much as I could, but before I knew it her flood had filled me full. I tried to close my mouth or maybe turn away, but she grabbed my head between her hands and held it in place, directly in the path of her flow. I was helpless but to submit to it. She was covering my entire face with her hot, sweet urine. From my forehead, across my tightly shut eyes, to soaking my facial hair and finally aiming directly at my tightly closed lips. I was being covered, it ran down my neck across my chest, warming my nipples as it went until finally reaching my now raging hard on.

“This what you wanted, right? Drink up, baby, drink it allllll up!” I finally swallowed what I had in my mouth and opened again, laying my tongue out in reception of her continued river. Before long, she finally gained control again and shut her stream off for a moment. I coughed and tried to wipe my eyes clear.

With my eyes clear, I stared at her luscious pussy in front of me, swollen from excitement and her rubbing, thick golden drops still hung from it’s meaty lips, and small rivers trickled down her thighs. I dove in with such desire; I had to be careful not to bite as I ran my mouth all over her dripping wet cunt. I started at her ankles and licked up each leg over and over, making sure I got every golden drop. Returning to her pussy, I lavished such kisses and attention on it, her knees began to give out, so I let her sit down before I continued to devour her pissy pussy. I have never tasted such amazing flavors, her hot natural musk, our mutual sex juices, her personal wetness and now her own urine, which even though his was not the first time I have sampled her golden nectar, it seems to vary in taste and thickness each time. And each time is wonderful!

She sat on the ledge and leaned back. Legs wide and eyes closed, “oh baby, go to town…I love it when you just attack my pussy like that…..” She just laid back and let me continue my oral treatment of that gilded lily between her legs. I licked that sweet pussy from it’s top to her bottom, slid my tongue in and out and sucked on her clit like it was my master’s bone. I wanted nothing more than to please her with my mouth. She had given me such a great golden gift, and I wanted her to be pleased with my gift to her. And judging by her breathing and moaning, she was. “Fuuuuuck, honey….lick it……lick it….oh that’s it…..slide that tongue up inside me…….tongue fuck me….oh shhiitt…..use your fingers! Get me off….get me offfff!” I moved my mouth to her rosebud, and slid a finger up her wet slippery snatch, first one, and then two. Curling then slightly, I sought out and found that elusive little soft spot and began rubbing in small circles. “Oh fuck,” she flinched, “yesss!!!” I circled her g-spot until it was nice and swollen, and began to fuck her with my fingers, each in stroke; I circled that ball of flesh with my finger tips before withdrawing. It wasn’t long before I could tell she was on the brink. Her breathing was almost a ragged pant, she held me by wrist with my fingers deep inside, “keep rubbing….keep rubbing….” She repeated over and over like a crazed mantra. My fingers and tongue worked in unison. Rubbing and circling, flicking and caressing. “Uh…uh….uH….UH….OooooH DAAAAMN!!” She cried out as she hunched over, driving my face deeper between her legs as her body shook with orgasm. “YEESS!!” Her voice rang off the tiles as her muscles clamped and released my fingers over and over as her body succumbed to it’s orgasmic release.

She let loose with another shiver or two as I slowly pulled my fingers from her velvety hole. “Whoa, damn that was good…now, you lay back. Get on your back. That’s right, you ready for a true ‘golden shower’?” As I stretched out on my back, she stepped astride me with on foot on each side of my hips.

“Oh please baby, make my dreams come true….” I reply as her hands again dipped between her legs and begin rubbing and spreading her lips. She angled her hips a bit and suddenly arcing from between her legs was a perfect stream of wonderful pee landing almost perfectly on my forehead. With a grunt, she stemmed the flow and giggled a bit. “Damn, talk about a luck shot!” Over the next few minutes, she eventually coated me from my head to balls in her pee. She was getting the hang of it, using her fingers to spread herself and direct the stream where she wanted it, learning to control her muscles to start and stop mid stream. I lay there, practically in heaven. My wife is standing over me dousing me from the top of my shaved head down to the bottom of my shaved balls. Allowing myself to be covered in her warm water is better than any shower I have ever had. Feeling it drip down my sides, feeling it fall gently from her perfect sex on to me. Completely submitting myself before her, allowing her to ‘mark’ me as no one else ever has. I truly am hers.

When she got to the bottom, she seemed to bear down a bit, and put some pressure into her stream as it hit my hard cock and heavy balls. I reached down and held my dick at it’s base to point it straight up, and gave it a few quick strokes before she lost her water. My fist slapped against my wet balls as I stroked off a little. Hard is not even the right word to describe my tool at that moment. Solid. Steel. Purple with lust. Those words are closer. I was probably as harder than I had been since I was a teenager, probably even harder than that.

She looked down and saw my dick at full mast; she knew what I had in mind. Bending at the knees, she slowly lowered her still dripping pussy down to my tool. She reached down and grabbed hold of the base to keep it pointed at it’s target. She rubbed the swollen head across her waiting slit, found the right angle, and lowered herself down, impaling her cunt on my stick with a heavy grunt as she bottomed out on my balls. Up and down she bounced on me, her big beautiful ass grinding into my balls with each down stroke, her huge tits wiggling and jiggling as she rode me. All too soon, she climbed off, “sorry honey, this tile floor is killing my knees.” Unwilling to end this shower fuck fest, I quickly grabbed a couple of our towels, folded them and laid them down on the wet floor. She saw where I was going and kneeled on the cushion and bent over the ledge, “much better” she commented over her shoulder. I saddled up behind her, running my hands over her perfectly round ass cheeks. As much as I love her riding me cowgirl style, entering her from behind is probably my favorite way to fuck my wife. And if you’ve seen her ass, you understand.

Running one hand across the small of her back, I hold my rigid cock with the other and run it up and down across her pussy, smearing her wetness across her pink entrance and getting the head of my cock nice and slick. “So tell me baby,” she asks over her shoulder, “you liked getting peed on?”

“Soooo, you want to show me a little what it’s like? That is, if you have any to give.”

“Wait…..what? You want me to pee on YOU?” I ask, completely taken by surprise by her request.

“Well, yea. Maybe a little. You really seemed to enjoy it, and I’m curious what it feels like. Just not in face. Not yet.”

With one hand still rubbing all over her beautiful butt I aimed my cock like a pistol at her crack. And….nothing. I was too hard and I was pulling down too much. I could feel the need, and with a little adjusting I was actually able to relieve myself a bit. By just letting my hard-on stand free, I released an arcing stream the shot out my cock and fell smack between her butt cheeks.

“Whoa!” She jumped a little as the first stream hit her bung and ran down between her cheeks before flowing across her own urine rich pussy lips. “Oh wow….that’s why you like it….it’s pretty fucking exciting.” She reached back now between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. “Hit it here,” she breathed, “wet my pussy….” I gripped the base to shut the flow and repositioned myself a bit, aimed my tool directly at her clit and let it fly. “OHHH Shiiiit!” She cried as my stream made contact with her clit and pussy lips, hitting her folds like a water pic. “Ohhh yessss….” She moaned softly as my stream petered out, “fuck me baby, please, fuck me…” Only happy to oblige, and with my dick aimed at her honey hole, I dove in. Holding her soft hips, I drove mine into her again and again. Her grunts were music to my ears as I slid my glistening cock in and out of her from behind. I stared down and just enjoyed the view. Her ample ass up in the air, cheeks parted, little brown eye winking as I thrust into her pink lips underneath. Her butt rippling with my thrusts. Perfect. Her ass was made to be fucked doggie style. She pushed back and held me deep inside her, “don’t move…” She whispered. A moment later I felt the walls of her pussy push out a bit and I realized she was bearing down as warm liquid ran over my balls. My wife was pissing on me AS I fucked her! Damn I love this woman!

Staring at her little butthole as I fuck that pussy is just too much, I drip some spit down on it and rub my thumb around her tight ring. Circling it nice and slow as I push deep into her snatch. She pushes back when I start rubbing her backdoor, “I know you want to fuck me there, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah, I do…”

“Then tell me,” she whispered as she pushed all the way back on to me, “tell me what you want lover….” She was rocking those hips side to side, as she spoke, teasing me a bit, but letting me know I had to ask permission.

“Oh baby…that’s how you ask…mmmm….so fucking good….” She replied. With each thrust, she grunted her approval:

“Let.”

“Ooohh yeah….

“Me.”

“Uhhhh….”

“Fuck.”

“Ooohhhh….”

“Your.”

“Yeah…”

“Perfect.”

“Uh huh……”

“Ass.”

“Ummmm….”

“PLEASE!” I ended the plea with one hard fuck. I had almost completely withdrawn, and slammed my entire length deep into the snatch. It sounded like I knocked the wind out of her.

“Uuffff! Okay, okay…you can fuck it baby…just, be a little gentle huh? And, uh, here. Use this, okay? I don’t think I can another dry fuck like last time.” She grabbed the first bottle she could reach from her position and it was her bottle of baby oil. Good thing I’m going to fuck that butt bareback I guess. Before I cover that ass in oil, I gotta give it a quick taste. Holding open her cheeks, I drop my face down between them and wrap my lips around her perfect pucker. My lips pushed against her tight ring, my tongue extended and traced that perfect circle, licking it a few times before dripping inside. She shuddered as my tongue entered her. I absolutely love rimming that asshole. Something so devilishly perverse about sticking my tongue up her shit hole. It’s just so wrong, it’s right. But I need to get to the fucking of that butt.

“Where are you going, love, I’ve just begun with you,” I whispered as I pushed her back down on the bed.

“Sarah, I’ve got to pee, I’ve been drinking all night, I have to go.”

I was not going to let her go so easily, I was now really warmed up. I was going to have a monster come, I promised myself. I lay myself down on my back, wriggled out of my panties and pulled her onto me so she was sitting on my face. I started pinching my hardening clit and gently guided her head down to take over. My fingers felt her lips as they knowingly sought out the gash she loved to suck. She began sucking on my fingers, taking my clit from them, slowly bringing it into her mouth. One of her fingers entered my open cunt.

Her own pussy was shaking lightly on my face as she was now concentrating on eating me to pleasure.

I had completely forgotten about it but now laughed and teased her, “pull it out, slut, take it out the way you love!”

And she clenched it with her teeth, the little string going taught, and pulled. I helped by raising my legs high and grinding my pelvis into her mouth, pushing the tampon out. The push caused me to pass a little gas, farting. She responded by inserting her middle finger into my tight crinkly brown lips, pushing gently, knowing I was not yet lubricated.

I moaned, “Di, too tight, no…” but she continued pushing, getting up to the first knuckle.

Then, without warning, her cunt began leaking, a hot seeping liquid. In her love throes she let go of her bladder and my Di’s piss started tinkling into my mouth, glued to her cunt opening. The tinkle quickly became a gusher without stop.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she exhaled in relief as the flow grew to full force. Her finger slammed all the way up my ass now and her tongue was now frolicking my inner cunt folds. The sensations of the eating and her pissing down my throat was all encompassing. It went in hot and with force, and I tried to drink it all, salty, a little bitter, grassy. My mouth filled up quickly, I couldn’t drink it fast enough and I started gagging, coughing it up and it splashed everywhere, drenching the sheets. In all the heat of the moment there was a warm feeling in the bottom of my stomach, her pee filling me up.

She was drilling my ass with one finger and my gyrations were moving us together in incredible erotic pleasure. So many things are reeling through my head during that instant, about Red, about him fucking her, about how I wanted his fuck tonight.

While this is happening, my drinking her hot liquid, I suddenly realized the taste of asparagus, the telltale minerally-earthy, unmistakable sulfur scent of asparagus that is so strong when you pee it out! While going through this amazing loving, my mind played back dinner, the wine, the steak, the asparagus, there it was, we did have it and here it was again! I was so enjoying the entire recycled process of it all, when it hit me: Di hates asparagus, she never eats it!

I was nearing orgasm, her ass diddling was beginning to loosen my hole and her expert tongue-lashing was hitting all the places she knew, but the mind is too curious! I threw her off me, my face a sopping mess, the piss smell everywhere, saturating the sheets, pooled up with her stinky piss, squishing under our wrangling.

I playfully but firmly grabbed her hair and yanked her off me, pulling her up, I wrestled onto her back again, trying to overpower her, bringing my face up to hers. I dribbled a massive glob of her pee out of my mouth, spitting it into her face.

She started laughing, her eyes shining guiltily, “you won’t believe it if I told you!”

I locked my mouth onto hers, shoving my tongue in, managed to muffle, “What did you do? What did he do?”

She pushed me off, breathing hard now from the tumble.

“OK, Sarah, don’t get mad, all those stories you told me of Red, nothing should surprise you, right? OK…. He fucked my ass, you know that. He opened me up totally and pumped his fucking spurt into me. He then pulled out and asked me, nearly begged me to do something he said you did with him. He put his cock in my mouth, it was dying, limp, but he wanted me to taste my own chocolate from his dick. Ohhh, it was so nice, all warm, I haven’t sucked cock in a really long time, I used to love doing that, you know how much I love oral anything…”

“Go on,” I said, fascinated and totally forgiving, I guess because I loved and trusted Red so much and now it was apparent that Diane really liked him and appreciated how much he adored me. I was facing her, my fingers tracing her strikingly hard nipples.

“He began wiping my shit on my teeth, telling me to run my tongue on the mud. It was all tasting like his come, just like what you had from me. Then without telling me, he started peeing. It just started coming, really strong, kind of from nowhere. I didn’t want to take out his cock, he really wanted me to have this experience. I just drank it, I took in his beautiful cock and swallowed all his piss. After he finished, he pulled out and kissed me so tenderly, I felt one with him, one with you, knowing your guys’ story, I can’t explain.”

So I was given recycled pee from Red through Diane, my two great loves. His asparagus smell made it through two bodies. I was now all too tender with my love, I kissed her deeply. And in that deep pleasure, I ran my tongue deliberately over her teeth searching for the mud Red had smeared on her teeth with his coated dick, the Di shit I yearned for. I found bumps of it here and there, softened by our extreme tonguing, but it was hers… from him. This was the ultimate of “sloppy seconds.” Thank you Red!. I loved them both at that moment so much, and I moved it down my throat while kissing her, tasting her in.

My fingers were now aggressively pinching her nipples as we kissed. “ohhhh Sarah… it’s too hard, it hurts,” she murmured softly. I applied more pressure then released them and slapped her boobs. They shook for a moment. I did it again. I did it a third time, very hard and grabbed both her nipples, one in each hand, and squeezed tightly. She screamed in shock, perhaps in pain. I pinched as hard as I could and her eyes held mine as the tears began in her beautiful eyes.

“Your piss had Red’s dinner in it, you slut,” I stared at her. I continued, “Your own shit was smeared on your teeth by Red’s dick, whore!” she looked terrified, as if she didn’t know what was coming next. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” I shrieked.

She threw herself off me, releasing my painful grip on her titties.

“I do love you, Sarah, you cranky hag,” she said, and lifted the discarded tampon from the end of the bed where it had landed. She sucked on it, squeezing the blood from its cotton baffle. Her mouth became a mottled red for a moment before she swallowed the muck. She came to me and we kissed again, her offering my metallic flavor back to me.

She then moved over me and mounted me in the lesbian scissors “V” formation, slit-to-slit, rubbing me gently, attempting to placate my apparent anger and jealousy. I was now on my back, her cunt rubbing mine, turning it red as the lips swelled double their normal size. I eased up on my emotions and gave into the raw sex she was providing. There was no one quite like her, man or woman.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees with Di under me, eating my drenched pussy, a finger working its way into my rear. I tried to lick her glistening cunt, wet with cum and piss, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead she started pumping another finger into my asshole, licking the orifice so they would slide in easily. She thrust them in and out until my hole eased up and opened to welcome her.

In a quick flip, I was now on my back, she sitting square on my face in a classic 69 position, her the dominant on top, two fingers in my brownie with a third making its way in. Her beautiful sloshing cunt was grinding on my lips with her entire weight, the loving heft of her lithe form, undulating on my head. Then a fourth finger began penetrated. I moaned, “no, Di, too much, I can’t stretch,” but she pushed harder and four fingers were stressing my sphincter to accommodate her, “ohhhhhh,” I moaned with a combination of pain, fear, and lust.

She pulled all out and slammed her tongue in the malformed hole and slathered with her saliva. Without any warning, she pushed those shit fingers in my bloody vag and scooped out a handful of bloody muck, and shoved it all around my screaming spider. The four fingers went back in and I squatted my ass hard onto her hand.

Then, with the squirming and pumping, she tucked her thumb in and put the hand all the way past the first ring, gently but firmly stretching me to the point of screaming. I yelped, “Di, nooooo, slow, go slow, owwwwwwwww”

It hurt so much I didn’t think I could take it all the way, but then the heat of the moment got to me and she was in! I relaxed and her hand all of a sudden felt smaller.

“You ok, lover?” she whispered.

“I think so,” I replied.

And with her asshole directly over my mouth, puckering to kiss my lips, she began pumping my rectum with her fist. In a little, then almost out, stretching the elastic tube, deeper thrusts followed, still slow. My pain and fear slowly gave way to a deep and nasty pleasure as my innards swelled to receive her, I was relaxing and in doing so, her thrusts increased in speed. She heaved in and out with more vigor, I was pushing my entire ass out onto her arm as she pulled, I sucked her into me deeply with each push, and then my little sighs of pleasure began again.

My breathing was coming sporadically as each nerve in my lower region was alive with sexual electricity. I felt the air enter me, my shrieking hole was now so huge, it was no doubt ruined, I wasn’t going to have a hard dump any time soon, but there was no way I could stop, the heaving ecstatic sensations were like nothing I’d experience before.

I responded with my gasps and began chewing her cunt flesh, trying to pain and pleasure her, drinking in her filthy woman scent and filling my senses with her flavors. I wanted her to come with me as she hammered my backside, I kissed and reached for her with my mouth. She tried to lick my twat in her twisted position, but her hand locked inside me prevented compromised all else. Her free hand started to diddle my wet gash until my lower body felt like it was shimmering froth, getting bigger and bigger as my climax rose.

I tore my mouth away from her heaving bush and suctioned her stink hole. With each of her thrusts, she slammed her ass onto my face, forcing my hungry tongue into her. She bucked out sharply and a large sweet fart shot into my mouth and nose, deep and foul smelling. I couldn’t get enough of her filth; I tongued her to the hilt, searching for gold as my own ass was flaming with her passionate fist play. She bucked again and stayed pushed against my mouth and emptied a solid two-inch nugget into me. In my lost world, I slid it under my tongue, squishing it flat and extracting the scent and turf juice.

Before I know it, her pucker opens again and another mini sausage comes out, this one dangling between her cheeks and my mouth, still full with her kernel. I bite it in half and mashed the mess between my teeth. It was she, all full of odor and life, her eating, and her body. Raw, earthy, sculpture and grass, and of course asparagus throughout. That sent me over the edge. I just kept swirling it around, too aroused to swallow it. Then little chunks of deliciously gruesome matter were falling out of her into my gaping mouth, she pushed a stubborn clump and a backlash of runny gooey Red jism oozed behind it, saucing the meat. There was still some Red cum in here!

My ass is now so close to coming, the hole is comfortably containing her entire fist, I don’t even feel the pressure or the pain, just the deep repeated fierce thrusts as my wave starts rolling. I begin coming the fucking nasty orgasm of the century, my asshole heaving and shaking, spitting her arm out with a great slurpy sound. There was nothing like that explosion, the anal pummeling going through my insides, pounding against my inner sensitized womb, her deft fingers pinching my clit on all sides. My entire body and soul were shaking in unimaginable pleasure and all senses were afire, smoking, stinking, tingling, screaming. I yearned for her mouth to kiss her, to drink her mouth.

But her mouth was now on my distended slop hole, she was cleaning it out, even as it breathed the end of its orgasm, trying to pull it open with her fingers to get her tongue inside me to scoop anything around.

I threw her ass off my mouth and pushed her onto her back, sitting back on her cunt, and went back to her ecstatic tits. I bit down on her right nipple, mushing her ass kebobs from my mouth all around her lovely mound. I repeated the gesture to her left tit, smearing the remaining chocolate all over her chest. I then jammed three fingers suddenly deep into her pussy, the all night sweatshop and forcefully hand fucked her until her hips were wriggling uncontrollably.

I bit and licked her tits, smearing the shit, dying her skin a dark shiny brown. Then I bit into something crunchy, another, and another. And it was spicy. Her mud covered tits were spicy and crunchy! Holy mother, I thought in the moment, these are the remains of the hot pepper corn nuts we ate at the bar yesterday, when we were drinking martinis talking about meeting Red tonight, planning our evening, this was from yesterday! This was her digested goop and I was re-digesting it again. Holy Shit I thought. My darling, she couldn’t believe this. This has never happened to anyone before I realized!!!

I lathered her girl slit to the point she likes it, rough and pounding, then as she began building to her come, I pulled out and slammed the three into her violated ass, itself vibrating with expectations. I pushed into her, keeping a finger on her clit to sustain the build-up. From this point she came quickly, shouting out, “you fuck my ass, Sar, get it in push, get it in,” as if she were an ass slave. I slid in four fingers and mangled them, rotating her brownie into the shapeless blob it was after Red fucked it. She hardly needed any more prodding and her waves of come rode over her as I pushed in and stayed as she finished, her anal flesh throbbing and red in the dim light.

My fingers just slid out without any sound or movement, I’m not sure she even felt their release, her ring was so stretched. As my last fingers separated from her downspout, another dark log just snaked out, glistening in the afterglow, a little softer than the others but of equally stench. The final elastic tautness of her hole gave way, the pucker now gone completely; those lips blossomed open and spat out short spasms her hot liquid gunk. I gulped it all in, sliding down my outstretched tongue. She gasped for a moment before a languid silence.

I licked up a huge mouthful and moved up to slather her mouth, our shit kiss so deep our souls were lost within it. We tongued each other hungrily and passed the crunchy mud back and forth until we created a saliva fudge sauce that neither could bear to swallow. She delivered to me a mouthful of fragrant meatballs, and a hurricane gushed out of her, spewing a hot intestinal rain over my legs, the putrid wind fresh and thick from her gut taking my breath away; we fell into each other, mouths sucking mouths in the sloppy wetness of our emotions. We kept it alive until our faces were drenched in sticky brown sludge. The smell filled the room, our lovemaking mixed with the sweet stench of succulent lez poo caked in chocolate frosting.

Her delicious pack, her ass clay, still redolent of Red’s jism was mine, was now back in her, recycled to her mouth as we both swallowed our treasure. She brought her coated fist and arm between our mouths and we kissed it clean until the taste of flesh became pure.